If I get old, I will not give in But if I do, remind me of this. Remind me that, once I was free, 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 were still speaking. Pick up the phone, play me this song.
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