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7 Years (Lukas Graham)

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,

Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely.

Once I was seven years old.

It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger.

Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker.

By eleven smoking earn and drinking burning liquor.

Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure.

Once I was eleven years old, my daddy told me,

Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely.

Once I was eleven years old.

I always had that dream like my daddy before me.

So I started writing songs, I started writing stories.

Something about that glory, just always seemed to bore me.

Because only those I really love will ever really know me.

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told.

Before the morning sun, when life was lonely.

Once I was twenty years old.

I only see my goals, I don't believe in failure.

Because I know the smallest voices, they can make it major.

I got my boys with me at least those in favour.

And if we don't meet before I leave, I hope I'll see you later.

Once I was twenty years old, my story got told.

I was writing about everything, I saw before me.

Once I was twenty years old.

Soon we'll be thirty years old, our songs have been sold.

We've traveled around the world and we're still roaming.

Soon we'll be thirty years old.

I'm still learning about life.

My woman brought children for me.

So I can sing them all my songs.

And I can tell them stories.

Most of my boys are with me.

Some are still out seeking glory.

And some I had to leave behind.

My brother, I'm still sorry.

Soon I'll be sixty years old, my daddy got 61.

Remember life and then your life becomes a better one.

I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once.

I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month.

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold.

Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me.

Soon I'll be sixty years old.

Soon I'll be sixty years old, will I think the world is cold.

Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me.

Soon I'll be sixty years old.

Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,

Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely.

Once I was seven years old.

Once I was seven years old.


~Kris534

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