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Put your feet up maybe let the world pass by |
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Keep off the street, go away and wait to die |
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What you don't see is what life means to me |
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My woman says it ain't right |
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For a man my age to fight |
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She don't get it |
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She ain't in it |
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I'm pushed to the limit |
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Two clean shirts, I'm puffing on an old cigar |
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I still love women, sex and fancy cars |
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What you don't conceive is just what I believe |
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My doctor says it ain't right |
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For a man my age to fight |
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He don't get it |
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He ain't in it |
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I'm pushed to the limit |
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Is it nice and cozy, sitting there in your evening chair |
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Is your paper pressed like your string vest |
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It's enough to make you rip out your hair |
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Relations sit and wring their hands |
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How long will I survive |
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Here's the cherry, there's more spunk left |
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Kiss my arse, I'm still alive |
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You keep it nice and quiet boy, but please don't pacify me |
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I'm just not ready for the shade of an old oak tree |
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What you don't see is what life means to me |
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And my dad's an angry man, sometimes like desperate dan |
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And he gets it |
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And he's in it |
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He's pushed to the limit |
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My doctor says it ain't right |
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For a man my age to fight |
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He says put out the light |
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He don't get it |
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He ain't in it |
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I'm pushed to the limit |
