Correction Paroles Fifteen to Forty-Three par Conway Twitty

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I just cut the string on a dusty old shoe box
And opened a door to the past
Now I'm sittin' here with my souvenirs
And these faded old photographs

Fightin' back tears
Lookin' back through the years
And wonderin' why dreams fade so fast
Now the young boy I see
Don't look like the me
Reflected in this old looking gla**

The man in the mirror
Sees things so much clearer
Than the boy in the pictures
With his eyes full of dreams
Oh, the men that I've tried to be
From fifteen to forty-three
Never beliеved that they'd end up likе me

There's that touchdown I caught
Back when I thought I'd play for the cowboys someday
There's you holding me in my faded fatigues
Comin' home to the U.S.A

One after another all my sweet dreams and lovers
Pa** before my tear filled eyes
Pictures of a fool who was selfish and cruel
Till the day he made you say goodbye

The man in the mirror
Sees things so much clearer
Than the boy in the pictures
With his eyes full of dreams

Oh the men that I've tried to be
From fifteen to forty-three
Never believed that they'd end up like me
Oh, I never believed I'd be lonely like me

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