Tom: G
Introdução:
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When I run into friends of mine I haven't seen in years,
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They give me the once over then their eyes well up with tears.
G C
Then they pronounce me 'looking great', I haven't changed a bit,
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I flash 'em back a feeble smile: I know I look like sh *t.
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'Cos I saw myself this morning, phew, and I know of what I speak.
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I'm a human being, but I look like I reek.
G C
And a weaker bathroom lightbulb just might take care of it,
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'Cos the mirror shatters your illusions when you look like sh *t.
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Sh *t comes in different colors and consistencies,
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I guess that I'm just aging like the finest wines and cheeses.
G D
The guy that's me, who's in my dreams, is twenty-five or six,
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I'm old enough to be his dad, how's that for parlour tricks?
G C
Life's a job you're fired from, unless of course you quit,
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Gee, I wonder if that old blind guy knows that he looks like sh *t?
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Let's ask him! 'scuse me? No, over here!
G D
Although I know it's natural, I still can't understand.
G
Once I looked like a million bucks, now, more like two grand.
G C
We start out with a lot of time, but what happens to it?
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Times flies when you f * *k around and then you look like sh *t!
G C
Oh, ain't it the truth, brothers and sisters?
C G
Sh *t comes in different colors and consistencies,
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'Sh *t's a gift we make', Freud said, here, take mine won't you please?'
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Growing old ain't easy, it's a process so they say.
G
We proceed to our grand finale, every single day.
C
But dying doesn't worry me, I'm not bothered a bit,
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I just don't like the thought of lying there looking like sh *t!