Old news
Printed on the places that I see
Old news
Written on the faces staring back at me
Old times
In every conversation that I have
Old news
Flowing like the waters around my feet
Old news
Sometimes I get choked up and I can't breathe
Old times
Replaying in my head in the dead of night
There's old Jim, sat down by his window
Looking up to heaven, thinking of his daughter;
Wondering hows she doing, is she thinking of him
Remembering what he said or that he ever loved her?
Old news
Hanging around, littering up this street
Old news
Flows in my veins, it's a part of me
Old times
Cutting like the lines into my forehead
No, I can't change the past
No, I can't change the past
But somehow I've got to turn the page over
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Old news
Printed on the places that I see
Old news
Written on the faces staring back at me
Old times
In every conversation that I have
Old news
Flowing like the waters around my feet
Old news
Sometimes I get choked up and I can't breathe
Old times
Replaying in my head in the dead of night
There's old Jim, sat down by his window
Looking up to heaven, thinking of his daughter;
Wondering hows she doing, is she thinking of him
Remembering what he said or that he ever loved her?
Old news
Hanging around, littering up this street
Old news
Flows in my veins, it's a part of me
Old times
Cutting like the lines into my forehead
No, I can't change the past
No, I can't change the past
But somehow I've got to turn the page over
Printed on the places that I see
Old news
Written on the faces staring back at me
Old times
In every conversation that I have
Old news
Flowing like the waters around my feet
Old news
Sometimes I get choked up and I can't breathe
Old times
Replaying in my head in the dead of night
There's old Jim, sat down by his window
Looking up to heaven, thinking of his daughter;
Wondering hows she doing, is she thinking of him
Remembering what he said or that he ever loved her?
Old news
Hanging around, littering up this street
Old news
Flows in my veins, it's a part of me
Old times
Cutting like the lines into my forehead
No, I can't change the past
No, I can't change the past
But somehow I've got to turn the page over
Writer: Ian Perry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid