| I’m not as good as I used to be
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| At the late nights but just look at me
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| I’m staking a claim in a young man’s game tonight
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| Is it something that my old heart fears
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| Mistimed chances, lost years
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| That means I’m taking aim at a young man’s game tonight?
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| One more chance to leave a mark
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| Imagining the answer’s in the dark
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| Such a simple step into the smoke and the light tonight
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| But who’d have thought I’d have turned this page?
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| Should I act this out or act my age?
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| Am I happy I came to the young man’s game
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| Where the bouncers know me by my name tonight?
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| Oh, I could work this room, I could make some noise
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| Let’s hear it for the girls and for the boys
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| For a moment we’re the same in the young man’s game tonight
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| We’re drinking Jaëgerbombs, but we’re still on our feet
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| Heroes in a wild conceit
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| Fingering fame in the young man’s game tonight
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| But every mirror just tells the time
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| Can you name a great fighter over forty-nine?
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| I should douse my flame for the young man’s game tonight
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| Take off this paper crown
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| And put these violins down
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| And renounce my claim on the young man’s game tonight |