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You're laying here with a beds eye view of a body that no longer belongs to you,
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You're scared that the past 3 haven't lived past their 60's and if you break the trend,
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You'll just end up like the old folks at Roland and 3939,
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You're scared because you're an army brat of a man who died before his time.
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I miss those summers, that grill smell, home cooked meals, take me back,
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Sleeping like a log, healing so fast,
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But losing you, I learned to lose my youth, lose my spirit, and now I can't hear it anymore,
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And I guess that's life
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Back then our body parts stayed in place,
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We kept up with our own hearts,
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It was so easy to temper the sting,
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Just be fixed by a quick dip back in some old neighbor's swimming pool
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Now I'm just worn out, and I'll ache like this forever I think,
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These shoddy drapes refuse to keep the cold out
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And this damn body can't keep the warmth in,
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I'm watching my hairline recede, I'm drinking fatigue, I'm fighting heredity
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I see less of who I love the most, time's getting away,
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And we're so slow to say how fast it goes,
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I'm just looking for what's coming, what's built in the blood
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But I've never been that sure of anything anyway
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And I don't want to heal, I'm just about the perfect amount to look how I feel
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And I think about you laying there, waiting for her to get back,
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I think about your last 3 breaths and I wonder if you knew,
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I think about letting you go
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And I guess that's life.
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________________
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Name Good Times
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Artist Pianos Become The Teeth
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Album The Lack Long After
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