| It’s been your 20s feeling that u’re walking on the ceiling
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| and you party like you’re 8 feet tal
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| You say work is for the birds
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| Chasing dreams and mini skirts
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| From here everything seem small
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| Then 30's come around and you finally feel the ground
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| Look around and maybe start planning
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| For what the future holds
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| And though you’re far from old, your moisturizer’s been less time tanning
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| You’re hanging over, but you’re hanging in
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| You’re starting to look like all of your friends
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| Conversations turned up from rock n' roll
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| to kids and politics and how much money you owe
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| Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
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| You got places you can’t even itch
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| You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
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| But you’re never gonna beat it
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| 'Cause gravity is a bitch
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| Forty’s kinda boring
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| And you spend your time ignoring the things you don’t see so clear
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| Your reflection in the glass is gonna knock you on you ass
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| You wonder how the hell to get down here
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| You’re happy in your fifties
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| Though things are kinda shifty
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| At Sixty you find peace of mind
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| Go to bed at 8 o’clock and comb your hair if you still got it
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| 'Cause you’re almost at the finish line
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| You’re hanging over, but you’re hanging in
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| You’re starting to look like all of your friends
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| Conversations turned up from rock n' roll
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| to kids and politics and how much money you owe
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| Got bags under your eyes, bigger hips and bigger thighs
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| You got places that you can’t even itch
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| You can nip it, tuck it, squeeze it
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| But you’re never gonna beat it
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| 'Cause gravity is a bitch
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| Yeah gravity is a bitch
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| I’m here to tell ya
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| Gravity is a bitch |