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I was not supposed to get this far;

I should not breathe this air.

I'm riding a wave of borrowed time

I don't believe is fair.

I'm older and wiser

and fatter and poorer

and I'm burning my fuse

at both ends

But tomorrow I'll wake up

and put on my make up

And try not to let down my friends.

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