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When I'm 102, will the sky be blue? |
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Will the night be long? |
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When I'm 103, will still you like me when my body is gone? |
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When I'm 104 |
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No going out doors |
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No rich and no poor |
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Will you still like me when we're all underground |
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Not making a sound |
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Will you turn my frown upside down? |
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When I'm 105, will the trees be alive? |
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Will the ocean be cold? |
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When I'm 106, will we pass in a fix |
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Or will we still be sick and old? |
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When I'm 107, will hellfire leaven |
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No gateway heaven |
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When I'm 111, will you still know me when my body is gone? |
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When we're ashes to dust |
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No love, lover, lust |
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No pack up and leave in your pick up truck |
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Without the need is the greed, and all the trouble we see |
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Will you recognize me when I'm 103? |
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When I'm 110, no planet to tread |
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No nothin', everything is dead |
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When I'm 103, will I still be me when my body is gone? |
