| i’m not the wreck of the hesperus
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| feel more like the wall of china
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| getting old as methuselah
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| feel tall as the eiffel tower
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| i’m not a power of attorney
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| but I can rock as good as gibraltar
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| ain’t no more no spring chicken
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| been plucked but I’m still kicking
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| but it’s alright
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| poison penmen sneak, have no nerve to speak
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| make up lies then they leak 'm out
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| behind a pseudonym, the rottenness in them
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| reaching out trying to touch me
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| met some oscars and tonys
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| i slipped on a pavement oyster
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| met a snake climbing ladders
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| got out of the line of fire
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| but it’s alright
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| brainless writers gossip nonsenses
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| to others heads as dense as they is
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| it’s the same old malady
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| what they see is faulty
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| i’m not the wreck of the hesperus
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| feel more like big bill broonzy
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| getting old as my mother
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| but I tell you I got some company
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| but it’s alright |