| Getting strain 'fore it start to head that round
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| Cause it’s always washed when it comes to you
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| I kept my mouth shut for twenty miles
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| Then it was all I had to do was shut my eyes
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| Well, I can almost see the credits
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| And the lightsman and the page
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| As you figure out your line
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| You make everybody listen
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| To the spotlights and the serves
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| But the camera shows your age
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| You’re livin' life like you like to see it written down
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| But what makes age let an evening down
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| Exploring new sound, no mapper pen
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| Stay and use it up all you can
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| I can almost see the credits
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| And the camera and the page
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| As you figure out your line
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| You make everybody listen
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| To the spotlights and the serves
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| But the camera shows your age
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| You’ve had it all
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| But you dim, dim
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| You’ve had it all
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| But you can’t dim, dim
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| I can almost see the credits
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| And the camera and the page
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| As you figure out your line |