What A Difference
A year ago you slipped into something nice for me
We celebrated thirty years
What a difference the years make
I slipped a stone upon your finger
For thirty minutes we were on fire again
What a difference the years make
Afterwards we slipped into the past
Before three children and a mortgage
What a difference the years make
Then you slipped away from me
But I still come to celebrate
What a difference a year makes
I placed a stone upon your head
And cried for thirty minutes
For three decades laying in the park
The brave face of reality now slips toward you
We celebrated thirty years
What a difference the years make
I slipped a stone upon your finger
For thirty minutes we were on fire again
What a difference the years make
Afterwards we slipped into the past
Before three children and a mortgage
What a difference the years make
Then you slipped away from me
But I still come to celebrate
What a difference a year makes
I placed a stone upon your head
And cried for thirty minutes
For three decades laying in the park
The brave face of reality now slips toward you
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