"And you're getting older
I promise you this
You're getting older
And there's improvements
Unless you're such a winner
That the future's a nightmare
And there's nothing I can do
Nothing anyone can do about this
And oh, I'm offering you a chance to get even
But oh, you know very well the dialect of negation
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
But friends are the ones who can put you in exile
But that's not right
(...)
And luck is always better than skill at things
We're flying blind
Oh good gracious
I sound like my mom"
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