it's true that i used to be crazy
and harder to love than most men
and the blood that ran in these tired hands
was harder and wilder back then
and i don't feel as tall as i used to
maybe it's just that i've grown
you're the one that held my hand when i fell
if i just couldn't make it alone
we've lived out all the stories
sang all the old songs
it takes one to know me
i guess you're the one
your daughters are ladies of fortune
and your son an heir to the throne
and though this crown that i hold is
tarnished and cold
it's a symbol of all that we own
sometimes i wish i was younger
and could pick up the pieces and run
but then i look back on the matter of fact
and it's a race that we've already won
we've lived out all the stories
sang all the old songs
it takes one to know me
i guess you're the one
we've lived out all the stories
sang all the old songs
it takes one to know me
and you knew the one

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