| I used to talk to cab drivers
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| Well now i just don’t bother
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| I’d empty out my pockets
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| If someone asked me for a quarter.
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| There was a time that i’d give the time
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| To the old, the weak, and the weird.
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| I just don’t know why this is so But i’ve never been so scared
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| Am i getting older?
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| Are things getting harder?
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| I used to never cry
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| When i would think about my father.
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| The years went past so goddamn fast.
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| You know, i’ve left a lot behind
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| My devil could care attitute,
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| You know, i just can’t seem to find.
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| And once upon a time
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| I never minded very much
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| I never let it knock me down
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| Or grind me out of touch
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| Am i getting older?
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| Are things getting harder?
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| I used to never cry
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| When i would think about my father.
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| Once i had an outlook
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| Different than it is Full of dreams and schemes
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| It seems they just do not exist
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| And once i told myself
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| He will not be missed
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| Now now now i never thought that i would see the day
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| I’d ever feel like this
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| Am i getting older?
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| Are things getting harder?
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| I used to never cry
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| When i would think about my father.
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| Am i getting older?
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| Are things getting harder?
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| I used to never cry
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| When i would think about my father.
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| I used to never cry
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| I used to never cry
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| I used to never cry
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| When i would think about my father. |