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The feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time, the feeling that i m losing her forever
each time i think i m close to knowing
i try to capture every minute
Do i really see what s in her mind, the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
Slipping through my fingers all the time, the feeling that i m losing her forever, what happened to the wonderful adventures
She leaves home in the early morning, she keeps on growing
Each time i think i m close to knowing, what happened to the wonderful adventures, she leaves home in the early morning
the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
Do i really see what s in her mind, her and me at the breakfast table
The feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time, do i really see what s in her mind
And a sense of guilt i can t deny, some of that we did but most we didn t Amanda, waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
The feeling that i m losing her forever, she keeps on growing
that funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers, do i really see what s in her mind Through, each time i think i m close to knowing
the places i had planned for us to go
She keeps on growing, barely awake, she keeps on growing
i try to capture every minute
And save it from the funny tricks of time, and save it from the funny tricks of time Through, the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time
Sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture, what happened to the wonderful adventures, each time i think i m close to knowing
I try to capture every minute, schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning Slipping, schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile, i watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness, i watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
i let precious time go by then when she s gone there s that odd melancholy feeling
That funny little girl, the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time, do i really see what s in her mind
Sometimes i wish that i could freeze the picture, slipping through my fingers all the time, and save it from the funny tricks of time
I m glad whenever i can share her laughter, sleep in our eyes
Slipping through my fingers, i try to capture every minute, i watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
she keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time, the feeling in it slipping through my fingers all the time, waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
Slipping through my fingers all the time, slipping through my fingers Amanda, and why i just don t know
schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning