| Now all the secrets of old age
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| They tell us we should really stop
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| Now they implore us, oh
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| They should adore us, oh
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| It’s been a year and now we find
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| We’re lost behind enemy lines
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| They’re gunning for us, oh
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| They never even met us, oh
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| Now what happened to our heavy metal?
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| (One to two and love, baby, love me
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| Two to three, now hold me hold me)
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| Now what happened to our coat of arms?
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| (Three to four, now really, really need me
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| Four to five, now are we still alive, now)
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| We will find that we’re stuck in the middle
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| (Five to six, we’re forgetting six
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| Six to seven, I’ll need you in heaven)
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| Picking up the pieces of our hearts
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| (Seven to eight, we’re staying up too late
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| Eight to nine, we’re having such a good time)
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| And there will be no comfort
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| For all that we have lost
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| The actors seemed so happy
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| But somehow ended all washed up |