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We met in high school
And married young
No clue about life
Or what love really is
We worked dead-end jobs
To put food in our mouths
While both of us dreamed
Of a picket-fence world
We went back to school
Earned college degrees
In crappy apartments
Our lives really began
I worked two jobs
You stayed home with the kids
And we dreamed of living
In a picket-fence world
The kids were in school
We bought our first home
Victorian-style
With a white picket fence
I had a good job
With money to spare
We were living and dreaming
In our picket-fence world
The kids went to college
Many miles from home
We just had each other
And the years spent together
I retired from work
You retired from life
My dreams started chipping
On our picket-fence world
Now I’m almost finished
With life’s education
The days wind to nothing
And the hours grow few
When I finish my chores
I’ll join you in Heaven
And we’ll dream together
In our picket-fence world