| I was once a boy in love with strangers
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| As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I’d wave
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| I was much too young to think of danger
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| I was curious and innocent and brave
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| Now the wrinkles in my face have gotten deeper
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| I’m an old man that’s just 25 years young
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| I try to keep myself away from mirrors
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| They remind me of the stupid things I’ve done
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| Cause after all mans intellect and power
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| All you get is 650,000 hours
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| If you’re lucky then you’re dead
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| Says the voice inside my head
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| Keeps me moving on
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| Keeps me singing these songs
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| So sing along (oh oh)
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| Here we go (oh oh)
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| been down this road
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| about a thousand times before
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| I’m breathing and I’m bored
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| So sing along (oh oh)
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| Here we go (oh oh)
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| Singing songs we wrote
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| About a thousand times before
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| I’m breathing and I’m bored
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| These same four chords
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| The same four chords
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| Now the beard upon my face has gotten thicker
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| To protect me from the storms that come my way
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| Maybe when life’s done I’ll be the singer
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| In the band that plays outside of Heaven’s gate
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| Cause after all mans intellect and power
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| All you get is 650,000 hours
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| If you’re lucky then you’re dead
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| Says the voice inside my head
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| Keeps me moving on
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| Keeps me singing these songs
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| Even if I die tomorrow I’ll be glad my life was filled with songs
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| And even if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on
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| Even if I die tomorrow I’ll be glad my life was filled with songs
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| And maybe if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on
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| Even if I die tomorrow be glad my life was filled with songs
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| And even if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on
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| Oh oh, the song that we wrote
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| Are playing back on the radio
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| Oh oh, even if I die tomorrow
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| These four chords will keep me living on |