| And we won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| We won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| Sometimes I look at you
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| I think that you deserve more
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| Than anyone can ever offer you
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| But I am here I’m standing next to you
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| Will still be standing when you’re 64
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| I wish that we could go
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| Some place far away
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| I wish we could afford it
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| Some place to take a break
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| Some place with no connection
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| With no connection to the dirty world
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| We won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| This is our world
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| We can do what we want to
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| That simple thought has kept me up all night
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| I’m too young not to see
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| That the best days could be ahead of me
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| And I’m too restless to retire
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| We won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| And a mouth full of words
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| And my pockets full of melodies
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| And I kept Pablo in a cage for too long
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| And the radio people suck
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| The proudest men and women
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| They keep ignoring me as I was dirt
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| And time will not come back to you
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| And time will not come back to me
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| And I’m gonna die with a smile on my face
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| And I’m gonna die beside you
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| I’m gonna die beside you
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| We won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| We won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger
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| And we won’t get any younger |