So now I am older than my mother and father
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when they had their daughter
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now what does that say about me
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Oh how could I dream of such a selfless and true love
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could I wash my hands of
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just looking out for me
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Oh man what I used to be
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Oh man oh my oh me
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Oh man what I used to be
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Oh man oh my oh me
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In dearth or in excess
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both the slave and the empress
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will return to the dirt I guess, naked as when they came
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I wonder if I'll see any faces above me
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or just cracks in the ceiling
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nobody else to blame
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Oh man what I used to be
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Oh man oh my oh me
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Oh man that I used to be
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Oh man oh my oh me
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Gold teeth and gold jewelry
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every piece of your dowry
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throw them into the tomb with me
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bury them with my name
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Unless I have someday
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Ran my wandering mind away
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Oh man what I used to be
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Montezuma to Tripoli
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Oh man oh my oh me
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Montezuma
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| Fleet Foxes |
