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Everyone knows me, the local inside joke
I was once the life of the party, pills, liquor and smoke
It makes a fella stop and wonder "how much did I lose?"
In the dying breath of the party, a part of me died too
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Verse
The demons, the devils, and the ghosts of rock and roll
The vanguard of the young and reckless left town long ago
They say I need to sober up and lay low for a while
They say "the knucklehead is a classic case of hopeless self denial"
Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old
Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old
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Verse
Now I'm old and decrepid, and miss the golden days
N.C.
I should try to raise a garden, vote and volunteer
Or get a motorbike and a line of credit and get the hell out of here
But I'm telling the same old stories, scared of getting old
Livin' the same old stories, scared of getting old
Stuck in the same old stories, scared of getting old
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