| Twenty-four years is hard enough
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| To search for what you won’t find
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| Leery as the elderly lady on the block
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| That I’ll make it for too long
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| Cuz my back don’t feel as strong
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| As when I was oblivious to my surroundings
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| I grow slower as I grow older with an increasingly faster mind
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| Pendulum’s backwards the death of the pastor will prove to be no defeat
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| And he walked into my life
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| When I already said goodbye
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| But I don’t have to claim him as my own
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| As we lie beneath the sheets
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| With your head resting on me
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| Thinking bout how I can’t wait to suffer |