If i get old, i will not give in
But if i do, remind me of this.
Remind me that, once i was free,
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Once i was cool, once i was me.
And if i sat down, and crossed my arms,
Hold me into, this song.
Knock me out, smash out my brains,
If i take a chair, start to talk shit..
If i get old, remind me of this:
That night we kissed, and i really meant it.
Whatever happens, if we're still speaking.
Pick up the phone, play me this song.
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