It's funny how, as we grow old
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We cling to the past as we cling to the air
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And feel nostalgia for things that were maybe never there
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The town where innocence was bullied and flared
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The house where desire's first fluids bled
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But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
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I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
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There's a girl I used to know
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Who I think still lives 'round here
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Up there, on top of that council tower
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I was once her man
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At the midnight hour
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When I was as lusty as a dog
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Come moonshine or fog
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When our tongues would entwine
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Long and slow
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When we thought
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We'd never let each other go
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Oh no?
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But now the autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
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I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
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Yet it's funny how as we grow old
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We curse and point our finger at those
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Those, those, those
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Who made us scared and made us old
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Who touched our bodies and bruised our souls
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Who have made us scared and made us old
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It was those, God
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It was those
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Who made us scared
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And made us old
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The autumn leaves are turning to the color of rust
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I'm getting jealous for youth's first yearnings for lust
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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I wanna live
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But I ain't a big enough man to anything other than think
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Jealous of Youth
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