| My grandpa was fast
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| As New Jersey lightning
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| That flashed 'cross the summertime sky
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| He was light on his feet
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| But time is a thief
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| And now his stories have seen ten thousand miles
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| Someday we’re all gonna die
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| God willing, today ain’t the day
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| So pour me a drink
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| And give me one song to sing
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| And then I will be on my way
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| Now I am the child
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| Of an honest mistake
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| Some puppy love that went too far
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| So I grew up fast
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| Well the world handled that
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| I’ve seen more done with less, ain’t so hard
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| Someday we’re all gonna die
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| God willing, today ain’t the day
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| So pour me a drink
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| And give me one song to sing
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| And then I will be on my way
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| Now what does it mean
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| When you can’t believe
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| In the things they taught you were real?
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| Well I am not sure
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| Don’t know much anymore
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| But I wish I recalled how to feel
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| Someday we’re all gonna die
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| God willing, today ain’t the day
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| So pour me a drink
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| And give me one song to sing
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| And then I will be on my way
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| Someday we’re all gonna die
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| God willing, today ain’t the day
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| So pour me a drink
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| And give me one song to sing
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| And then I will be on my way
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| And then I will be on my way |