Year Two, Week Thirty-Six: “Talkin Bout Getting Old”

Lyrics:

Tried to count the other day
all the smokes I’ve rolled
Everything just fades away
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

I watched them tear down the ferris wheel
It wasn’t safe no more, I was told
They’re putting something else up, some other kind of deal
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

Found a little snow up top
I could not be consoled
Once it starts it ain’t never gonna stop
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

Shoulda died at 27
I shoulda burned too hot to hold
Me and Amy Winehouse, dancing up in heaven
Never worried about getting old

Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

I had some friends come by to visit
And celebrate the house they sold
Are we crying or laughing, which one is it?
Sick of talkin bout getting old

Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old
Talkin bout, talkin bout getting old

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