When I'm old I'll be old
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Nobody will have to come bust my b*lls anymore
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What I'll have done I'll have done
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I'll just want to sit and remember the good days
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Many I know will be dead
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Buried under meters of ingratitude
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I'll stay old remembering
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That I never thanked enough
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Who handed me a rhyming couplet
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Who made me feel good for a night
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Who told me a nice story
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When I'm old I'll be old
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Of those nobody wants around
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Because he's seen everything and done everything
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And can't stand those whose turn is now
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They'll respect me like you respect the time
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That separates study from the exam
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I hope to be satisfied with my days
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Those still hungry will avoid my gaze
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At night I'll listen lying down
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To the relentless drip of a sink
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That marks time like a killer
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And then maybe on a Saturday in May
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I'll ask a star for a ride
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And to all the bullies I'll say again
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With me you'll never win
And then on a Sunday morning
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Still on my skin your perfume
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To all the bullies I'll say loud
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With me you'll never win
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When I'm old I'll be old
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Of inevitable mistakes I'll have made two hundred
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And for the ones I made on purpose
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I surely won't stand there offering compensation
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If I'm not able when it's time
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I feel like doing it now that I'm aware
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Before hardness separates us
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I thank everybody endlessly
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When I'm old, period, that's it
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The life that's ending will show its a*s
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With my soldier's pension
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All my future will have been used up
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I'll call whoever I want an idiot
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I'll say all the books are useless
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And that a thousand centuries of history
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Aren't worth a single second truly lived
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With whoever fought to stay alive
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With whoever helped me while I got by
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With whoever taught me something that
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And then maybe on a Saturday in May
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I'll ask a star for a ride
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And to all the bullies I'll say again
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With me you'll never win
And then on a Sunday morning
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Still on my skin your perfume
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To all the bullies I'll say loud
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With me you'll never win