| You were young, it was a long way to go
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| That’s what you thought but it was shorter you know
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| You had it made when you were 21
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| And all at once all your sorrows were gone
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| So you thought who cares about rules
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| You little smart ass said: rules are for fools!
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| Boogie nights in spring
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| And a slow blues in winter 2x
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| Now you’re as old as your parents when they told you what to do
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| And you realize most of it is true
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| You must have been someone special indeed
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| With all the parties, cars, girls and weed
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| Big tips for every little waitress in town
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| The sound of cash was a wonderful sound
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| Boogie nights in spring
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| And a slow blues in winter 2x
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| Most of your friends are dead or broke or in jail
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| No more «new york, new york» you sit around and wait
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| In a flat in a town where no one knows your name
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| Knowing that you’re just living too long for this game
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| Boogie nights in spring
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| And a slow blues in winter 2x
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| Too many girls can you remember their names
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| Or do you think they still remember your fame
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| With 35 they look twice as old
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| And your hot volcano has become cold |