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I'm gonna learn to play the blues guitar |
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I'm gonna drive a fast Italian car |
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I'm gonna jump out off a plane and fly |
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I'm gonna find a love and testify |
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I'm gonna look within and figure out |
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What this thing called life is all about |
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When I get young...younger |
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When I get young...younger |
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I'm gonna dance with fools and dine with kings |
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Gonna hear the bells of Paris ring |
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I'm gonna carve an angel out off wood |
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I'm gonna give up cigarettes for good |
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I'm gonna find the perfect words to say |
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So the one I love won't walk |
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Away |
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When I get young...younger |
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When I get young...younger |
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They're all on my list of things to do |
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I'll get to them all before I'm through |
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And what's still on my plate |
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When the clock winds down |
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Will just have to wait |
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'till my next time around |
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I'm gonna try to loose a pound or two |
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I'm gonna sit back and admire the view |
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I'm gonna memorize a Dylan song |
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Fix all the things that I've done wrong |
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And I'll appreciate the friends I've got |
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Maybe give true love another shot |
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When I get young...younger |
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When I get young...younger |
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When I get young...younger |
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When I get young...younger |
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I'm gonna find my way back home |
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When I get younger, some day. |
