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I used to talk to cab drivers
Well now I just don’t bother
I’d empty out my pockets
If someone asked me for a quarter.
There was a time that I’d give the time
To the old, the weak, and the weird.
I just don’t know why this is so
But I’ve never been so scared
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father.
The years went past so goddamn fast.
You know, I’ve left a lot behind
My devil could care attitute,
You know, I just can’t seem to find.
And once upon a time
I never minded very much
I never let it knock me down
Or grind me out of touch
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father.
Once I had an outlook
Different than it is
Full of dreams and schemes
It seems they just do not exist
And once I told myself
He will not be missed
Now now now I never thought that I would see the day
I’d ever feel like this
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father.
Am I getting older?
Are things getting harder?
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father.
I used to never cry
I used to never cry
I used to never cry
When I would think about my father. |
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