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I am old and you are young |
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I had to tame my savage tongue |
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But hold on |
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Hold on |
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You are fun and I am not |
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You took the glory from the box |
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But hold on |
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It's time to move on |
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Find the truth that love |
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Is over now |
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Talk when I make you proud |
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In a lonely crowd become what you've always been |
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The fire's cold but winter's fun |
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We should soothe here while we can |
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But don't run |
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Don't run |
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Traffic soars and birds are stuck |
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From this spot the view is large |
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So soar on |
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It's time to sore on |
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Find the truth that love |
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Is over now |
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Talk when I make you proud |
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In a lonely crowd become what you've always been |
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Speak when you make a sound |
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Speak when you make a sound |
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I am old and I am done |
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Don't see a point in goin' on |
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Now I've craved my savage tongue |
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It's time to move now or stand still |
