When I am old and lonely
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Would you still be there for me
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'Cause now I have all of my strength
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And you have all your beauty
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When you're gold in Timbuktu
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Will I still come look for you
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Let's swim in the deep end
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Make it warm that we can
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For you, for me
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Buried in the deep end
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Life is one big weekend
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Youth!
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One day you have it and then
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Poof!
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It's gone with the wind
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It's a kin to the end
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And no matter how you fight it
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How you light it ,how you write it
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Time is the pen out of ink
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Poof, and I'm a living proof
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I used to have it all young and uncoof
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These days I hear on everything on delay
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'Cause I wear an air piece just to hear what he say
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When my son visit, I don't know why I get livid
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Maybe I'm jealous of his age
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My memories vivid I was just like him
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Young like him,
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Had a mouth on me a tongue like him
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But now I'm feeling much weaker
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Closest thing to my heart is a mandatory gripper
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And my eyes ain't what they used to be either
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But here's me singing promise from la Vita
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When I am old and lonely
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Would you still be there for me
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'Cause now I have all of my strength
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And you have all your beauty
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When you're gold in Timbuktu
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Will I still come look for you
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Let's swim in the deep end
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Make it warm that we can
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For you, for me
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Buried in the deep end
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Life is one big weekend
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Push!
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One day you comin' and then
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Woosh!
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You'd be surprised how easy is
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To be enticed and feasting life
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Without the least of dreams suffice
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So watch it fly fear to flight
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So I'm busy chasing a decent size
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Tush! and I ain't never been a wuss
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Have more arms than an octopus
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Those days I never thought of old age
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I never thought I'd see the hair in my nose gray
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But life goes on how ironic
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If I could do it over I'd probably smoke chronic
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But still follow the footsteps of prophet Mohammed
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I probably turn every lie that I told honest
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I be an equal terrorist I give the middle finger to my therapist
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And flush my sedatest
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I'll have a baby with a feminist and name him sexist
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Life's a contradiction on my check list
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When I am old and lonely
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Would you still be there for me
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'Cause now I have all of my strength
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And you have all your beauty
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When you're gold in Timbuktu
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Will I still come look for you
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Let's swim in the deep end
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Make it warm that we can
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For you, for me
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Buried in the deep end
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Life is one big weekend
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Gold In Timbuktu
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| K'naan |
