Now we fall
Into a pattern we'll have
The rest of our lives
Sit on couches
Fighting through movies
The rest of our lives
You get hurt and I get mad
The kid grows up I'm no longer dad
But I still creep
Into your bedroom
Every night
Mess your hair
Pat your backside
Never switch on the light
Go, grow up, I'll just get old
That's the last thing you'll ever be told by me
Darling boy
Darling boy
Darling boy

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