It twists a knife into my back to see life knock you flat.
It makes me want to tell you I know a song for that,
But the knife that twists when I see you in a fix
Twists again: that song I grew up with came out when you were six.
You and I can't keep time, were born out of step,
With only timeless commonalities left.
Such is the life for a harmless old perve
Whose weakling restraint is a match for his nerve.
It makes me want to tell you I know a song for that,
But the knife that twists when I see you in a fix
Twists again: that song I grew up with came out when you were six.
You and I can't keep time, were born out of step,
With only timeless commonalities left.
Such is the life for a harmless old perve
Whose weakling restraint is a match for his nerve.
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