Conway Twitty - Fifteen to Forty-Three Lyrics

I just cut the string
On a dusty old shoe box
And opened a door to the past
Now Ià  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'm sittinà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â' here with my souvenirs
And these faded old photographs.

Fightinà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â' back tears
Lookinà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â' back through the years
And wonderinà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â' why dreams fade so fast
Now the young boy I see
Donà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't look like the me
Reflected in this old looking glass.

The man in the mirror
Sees things so much clearer
Than the boy in the pictures
With his eyes full of dreams
Oh, the men that IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â've tried to be
From fifteen to forty-three
Never believed that theyà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'd end up like me.

Thereà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's that touchdown I caught
Back when I thought
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'd play for the cowboys someday
Thereà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's you holding me in my faded fatigues
Cominà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â' home to the U.S.A.

One after another
All my sweet dreams and lovers
Pass before my tear filled eyes
Pictures of a fool
Who was selfish and cruel
Till the day he made you say goodbye.

The man in the mirror
Sees things so much clearer
Than the boy in the pictures
With his eyes full of dreams
Oh the men that IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â've tried to be
From fifteen to forty-three
Never believed that theyà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'd end up like me.

Oh, I never believed IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'd be lonely like me...