March
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Well I ain't getting any younger
Can't you see it in my eyes
The sweet has turn to sour
I think it's time for me to fly
Well my vices has turn to habits
And my habits has turn to stone
The lies chipped away at my smile now baby
While the truth ate me down to the bone
One more step and I swear I go over the edge
I've gotta stop living at a pace that kills
Before I wake up dead
The nights I spent in danger
With strangers I thought were friends
Only to wake in anger
For some pleasure they swore they'd sin
I think it's time I move on like a rolling stone
Cause I got all the broken dreams I can buy
It's time to sell the ones I stole
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