The Club of 70

I hate to be alone
I'd rather be
Found dead in a bar
In Seoul or Tel Aviv
I guess it's the world, I guess it's the world
That changed, not me
Yes, it's the world

You tell me I'm complacent
While I see myself a vagrant, oh no
Staring at my statements
Phoning up my agent
Oh

Wish I'd done a Kurt
Now stuck at seventy
I didn't have a decent song
Since Nineteen-Ninety-Three
I guess it's the world, I guess it's the world
That changed, not me
Yes, it's the world

You tell me I'm complacent
While see myself as vagrant, oh no
Staring at my statements
Firing my agent
Ohhhh
Oh



Credits
Writer(s): Imre Poniklo, Oleg Zubkov
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