When I've understood it all, lived it all down here
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When I'm so old I won't want myself anymore
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When the skin of my life is carved like a road
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With marks and sorrows and laughs and doubts
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Then I'll ask for just one more minute
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When there's nothing left that tips over and hurts
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And when even heartaches look like a caress
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When I see my death right at the foot of my bed
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When I see her smiling at my tiny little life
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I'll tell her, 'listen, give me just one minute'
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Just one more minute, just one more minute
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To freshen up or for a cigarette
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Just one more minute, just one more minute
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For one last thrill or one last gesture
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Just one more minute, just one more minute
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To pack the memories away before the long winter
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Just one more minute
With no motive and no aim
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Since my life's nothing, I want all of it
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Whole, totally, in all its failures
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Since my life's nothing, I want more
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I want them to add some more
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Sixty tiny seconds for my last minute