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I woke up in every way That magic bus was fading away I here these words Echoing in my head Here the "Who" singing at whitehall stead                   I don't wanna . . .            I don't wanna . . .            Live to be sixty-four This time last year I was sixty-two Know what I had to go and do Went down to Social Security Signed up to collect Before I was sixty-three            I don't wanna            I don't wanna            Hey !            Live to be sixty-four I began writing then I learned to drive Developed skills to stay alive Drove trucks with big round wheels For the longest time it gave me thrills            I don't wanna . . .            I don't wanna . . .            Kiss my *** !            Live to be sixty-four When I was young I had my ***** Heard recently she's not around anymore I shed a tear when I think of her Sometimes I think I'm the one that's cursed            I don't wanna . . .            I don't wanna . . .            Hey !            Live to be sixty-four When I was young I lived so fast Go out Friday and wake up Tuesday With an unknown lass Pills and *** and whiskey shots Had every up and down , I could not stop             I don't wanna . . .             I don't wanna . . .             Live to be sixty-four I used to run with the antelope It's all I can do now just to lope I had a big car that went so fast Now I can't afford to buy it's gas              I don't wanna              I don't wanna              ******              Live to be sixty-four I always thought I'd die real young With the words on my lips To my favorite song Where are my old friends None are here Now I'm alone living in the yesteryear               I don't wanna . . .               I don't wanna . . .               Live to be sixty-four               tick tick tick               I don't wanna . . .               I don't wanna . . .               Live to be sixty-four               tick tick tick               I don't wanna . . .               I don't wanna . . .               Hey !               Live to be sixty-four
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
I don't wanna live to be sixty-four
I woke up in every way That magic bus was fading away I here these words Echoing in my head Here the "Who" singing at whitehall stead                   I don't wanna . . .            I don't wanna . . .            Live to be sixty-four This time last year I was sixty-two Know what I had to go and do Went down to Social Security Signed up to collect Before I was sixty-three            I don't wanna            I don't wanna            Hey !            Live to be sixty-four I began writing then I learned to drive Developed skills to stay alive Drove trucks with big round wheels For the longest time it gave me thrills            I don't wanna . . .            I don't wanna . . .            Kiss my *** !            Live to be sixty-four When I was young I had my ***** Heard recently she's not around anymore I shed a tear when I think of her Sometimes I think I'm the one that's cursed            I don't wanna . . .            I don't wanna . . .            Hey !            Live to be sixty-four When I was young I lived so fast Go out Friday and wake up Tuesday With an unknown lass Pills and *** and whiskey shots Had every up and down , I could not stop             I don't wanna . . .             I don't wanna . . .             Live to be sixty-four I used to run with the antelope It's all I can do now just to lope I had a big car that went so fast Now I can't afford to buy it's gas              I don't wanna              I don't wanna              ******              Live to be sixty-four I always thought I'd die real young With the words on my lips To my favorite song Where are my old friends None are here Now I'm alone living in the yesteryear               I don't wanna . . .               I don't wanna . . .               Live to be sixty-four               tick tick tick               I don't wanna . . .               I don't wanna . . .               Live to be sixty-four               tick tick tick               I don't wanna . . .               I don't wanna . . .               Hey !               Live to be sixty-four
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South-by-Southwest
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75/M/Birmingham , Alabama
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
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