| When I am old and lonely
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| Would you still be there for me
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| 'Cause now I have all of my strength
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| And you have all your beauty
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| When you’re gold in Timbuktu
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| Will I still come look for you
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| Let’s swim in the deep end
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| Make it warm that we can
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| For you, for me
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| Buried in the deep end
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| Life is one big weekend
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| Youth!
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| One day you have it and then
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| Poof!
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| It’s gone with the wind
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| It’s a kin to the end
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| And no matter how you fight it
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| How you light it, how you write it
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| Time is the pen out of ink
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| Poof, and I’m a living proof
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| I used to have it all young and uncoof
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| These days I hear on everything on delay
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| 'Cause I wear an ear piece just to hear what he say
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| When my son visit, I don’t know why I get livid
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| Maybe I’m jealous of his age
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| My memories vivid I was just like him
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| Young like him,
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| Had a mouth on me a tongue like him
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| But now I’m feeling much weaker
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| Closest thing to my heart is a mandatory gripper
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| And my eyes ain’t what they used to be either
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| But here’s me singing promise from la Vita
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| When I am old and lonely
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| Would you still be there for me
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| 'Cause now I have all of my strength
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| And you have all your beauty
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| When you’re gold in Timbuktu
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| Will I still come look for you
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| Let’s swim in the deep end
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| Make it warm that we can
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| For you, for me
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| Buried in the deep end
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| Life is one big weekend
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| Push!
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| One day you comin' and then
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| Woosh!
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| You’d be surprised how easy is
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| To be enticed and feasting life
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| Without the least of dreams suffice
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| So watch it fly fear to flight
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| So I’m busy chasing a decent size
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| Tush! |
| and I ain’t never been a wuss
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| Have more arms than an octopus
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| Those days I never thought of old age
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| I never thought I’d see the hair in my nose gray
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| But life goes on how ironic
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| If I could do it over I’d probably smoke chronic
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| But still follow the footsteps of prophet Mohammed
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| I probably turn every lie that I told honest
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| I be an eco terrorist I give the middle finger to my therapist
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| And flush my sedatives
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| I’ll have a baby with a feminist and name him sexist
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| Life’s a contradiction on my check list
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| When I am old and lonely
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| Would you still be there for me
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| 'Cause now I have all of my strength
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| And you have all your beauty
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| When you’re gold in Timbuktu
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| Will I still come look for you
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| Let’s swim in the deep end
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| Make it warm that we can
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| For you, for me
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| Buried in the deep end
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| Life is one big weekend |