Lyrics
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Verse 1
I caught you sleeping on a sunset bench
You know the one that kinda looks like shit
Broken fingers and a bloody chest
I don't think you'll remember this
Verse 2
And then I saw you on the boulevard
Trying to sell me someone's credit card
Hanging out with the avenues
Coming down with nothing to use
Chorus
And I know, you're getting cold
And I know, you're getting old
Verse 3
Quick stop at the liquor store
You buy a beer and I'll get 30 more
And yes sir, I'm really 24
Fuck that lets just run for the door
Verse 4
Passed out and you're seeing stars
Waking up in someone else's car
Face down in the spirit ditch
You broke your neck but your legs still twitch
Chorus
And I know, you're getting old
And I know, you're getting cold
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