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Don't feel bad if you wake up feeling suddenly old |
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More the realisation that you've let yourself be covered by mould |
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Age is not something you wrap up if you're feeling the cold |
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It's a laugh ten times harder at a joke eleven times told |
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Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults |
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Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts |
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No better reminder, no strong enough salts |
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To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz |
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Don't feel bad if you're feeling past you sell-by date |
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Like the roller coaster ride slowed down to a serious debate |
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Oh the weather you tell them you're ready or whether you wait |
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Does someone place a hand on your shoulder you point the way to the gate |
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Down to the churchyard, check out the vaults |
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Dig up the coffins, unscrew the bolts |
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No better reminder, no strong enough salts |
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To show this pitiful few that we've missed the last waltz |
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You don't count the birthdays 'til your out on your own |
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They come thicker and faster and too damn late to postpone |
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And wisdom's the last thing the scientists willing to clone |
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Science advances, maturity dances alone |
