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GROW OLD TOGETHER

I was in bed with my snorin’ wife

When I was struck by the truth

A dazzling truth, a sad-ass truth

We won’t grow old together

 

Sound the clarion, fill the fife

I wasted my youth with Ruth

Gloomy Bloody Cow Uncouth

We won’t grow old together

 

She had to buy a new family car

For the child she’ll get one day

A freckled face, a blonde son

She could love more than a daughter

 

I can’t breathe

With you near me

I can’t breathe

With you near me

Ouh ouh I can’t stand you

Ouh ouh I can’t I can’t

Ouh ouh I can’t stand you

Ouh ouh I can’t I can’t

I can’t stand you anymore

 

I got used to hanging out in bars

Filling myself with dismay

Wiskey kills like a legal gun

With silencer and stun

 

And so, this guy came

I didn’t know him

He said : « it ain’t you to blame

A lack of love always maims (boys)

But don’t forget where you came from. »

 

We played beer pong and drank all night

We laughed at our misfortunes

But on the way back

I couldn’t walk straight

I fell and hit my head on the pavement

 

 

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