| Your mind it slips cause you’re getting old
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| And there ain’t no new chapter to unfold
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| In the book you’ve been writing all your life
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| The ending don’t seem right
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| It keeps you up at night
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| Oh, it hunts you in your sleep
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| Lie, lie, lie, die, lie, lie, lie, die
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| But you remember the time when you were just a little boy
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| The Christmas tree and the presents full of toys
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| No concern about when tomorrow comes
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| You and your plastic gun
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| It would protect you in your sleep
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| And problems left alone
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| Lie, lie, lie, die, lie, lie, lie, die
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| If somebody would come by just to say hello
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| A kind stroke on my cheek before I go
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| Cause soon my heart can’t provide my body with blood
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| And I will just give up
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| And slowly slip away
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| On to an unfamiliar place
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| Lie, lie, lie, die, lie, lie, lie, die
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| Lie, die, die, die, die, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| What a great suprise, what a great surprise
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| When you die, die, die, die, die, oh oh oh oh |