Growing Old

I'm growing old again I thought I had this
Figured out. But this fountain of youth is full of acid rain
And that pot of gold that I found
I melted down about a month ago
And traded it in for some cable TV

Im growing slow again I thought I had this figured out but
This diet just doesn't seem to be for living
Yeah it's Strange what makes us all deranged
Yeah it's strange what makes us all insane

All ye martyrs bring your bullets from your heads
And come see what it's like to live like all the rest

Yeah shake these leaves and make me believe
Shake these leaves and make me believe in you again
In you again



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Writer(s): The Claim
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