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Now I'm getting old Feeling my fingers getting scratched Looking on my room while it changes Hoping for someone to ask If I wanna go Now I'm getting old Going through thoughts by my own Stealing the ours back in my head Hoping for someone To grab my hand
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
Getting old
Now I'm getting old Feeling my fingers getting scratched Looking on my room while it changes Hoping for someone to ask If I wanna go Now I'm getting old Going through thoughts by my own Stealing the ours back in my head Hoping for someone To grab my hand
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
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