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I'm not a young man anymore But I've got the face of a nineteen year old Probably be a dad soon, sitting in my front room With my kids, play doe mold

Picture this, 2:30 on the hottest night in June He awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moon And his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he

Well, how many times Have we rowed and thrown tantrums? And how many times have we loaded And cocked the hammers on our verbal guns? And how many times

Your two eyes, they speak to me Special treats and delicacies In your velvet corridors Sticky walls and sugar floors Your fingers, they speak to me Butterfly

key will let you out Strange overtones though they?re slightly out of fashion I?ll harmonize I see the music in your face That your words cannot explain Strange Overtones

Those Eyes and /this) tower have seeped into our open Veins Uncoiled was it's strenght And Our Souls en masse Poured down in Sheels of Rain And dissolved

I made a machine that's smarter than me. It took my job and my family. I'm pretty good, but i'm obsolete. I don't get no sleep. That machine works all

At one time I decided to tryand turn on the happenings They told me things got worse - than I ever thought they were And it hurts to watch Have I turned

Juke blastin faster slow it down if I huff and I puff san i blow it down in every disco in San Francisco I had a chance but I missed though can I write