| Back back back in the back of your mind
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| Are you learning an angry language
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| Tell me boy boy boy are you tending to your joy
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| Or are you just letting it vanquish
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| Back back back in the dark of your mind
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| Where the eyes of your demons are gleamin
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| Are you mad mad mad
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| About the life you never had
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| Even when you are dreaming
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| Who are these old old people
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| In these nursing homes
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| Scowling away at nothing
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| Like big rag dolls just cursing at the walls
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| And pulling out all of their stuffing
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| Every day is a door leading back to the core
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| Yes, old age will distill you
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| And if you’re this this this full of bitterness now
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| Some day it will just fill you
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| When you sit right down in the middle of yourself
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| You’re gonna wanna have a comfortable chair
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| So renovate your soul before you get too old
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| Cuz you’r egonna be housebound there
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| When you’re old you fold up like an envelope
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| And you mail yourself right inside
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| And there’s nowhere to go
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| Except out real slow
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| Are you ready, boy, for that ride?
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| Your arrogance is gaining on you
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| And so is eternity
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| You better practice happiness
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| You better practice humility
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| You took the air, you took the time
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| You were fed and you were free
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| Now you’d better put some beauty back
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| While you got the energy
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| You’d better put some beauty back, boy
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| While you got the energy |