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I don't feel like time is slipping through my hands |
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The glass is never empty in my master plan |
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I still think it's alright crying one too many tears |
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I'm not worried about the future and my advancing years |
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I don't give a damn, 'cos I am what I am |
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But the man upstairs is painting with a different brush today |
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Where there used to be all black now there are little flecks of grey |
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And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold |
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I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old |
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I don't want to work my fingers to the bone |
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Me I'd rather drink wine with you back at home |
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I don't want to think about what car the neighbours bought |
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I'm happy just to sit here laughin' on the porch |
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And I don't really care what they got over there |
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I tried to run a mile today I maybe should have walked |
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My head had the ambition but my body was all talk |
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And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold |
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I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old |
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You hate what I wear...but I'm too old to care |
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I tried to waltz you round the room like some lovesick fool |
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But the kids said "please don't shame us dad |
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Your dancing's so uncool" |
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And while I'm trying to make some sense of it the laughter takes a hold |
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I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old |
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I'm the same age that my father was when I first thought he was old |
