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One day when we both grow old I will sit you by the kitchen sink And wash your paper hair with paper hands And while you'll stay a younger soul You will feel the weight of weathered bones And while I dread my own, I'll carry yours alone 'Cause I feel it always Yeah, I feel it always When the world is through with us Leaving us behind in a cloud of dust I won't be through with you I won't be through 'Cause I feel it always Yeah, I feel it always One day when we both grow old I will sit you by the kitchen sink From Letras Mania