January
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I'm in a tight spot
Wondering whether or not,
You still recall me,
Or is it just plain to see,
That this is our last goodbye,
A final fare thee well,
The night before we die...
Slowly I begin to see,
That growing old is meant to be,
But still I find it hard to deal
And with the fact that these days are gone,
My back is aching,
My ears have started to ring,
And I wake up grumpy every morning,
I'm not what I used to be
Wondering whether or not,
You still recall me,
Or is it just plain to see,
That this is our last goodbye,
A final fare thee well,
The night before we die...
Slowly I begin to see,
That growing old is meant to be,
But still I find it hard to deal
And with the fact that these days are gone,
My back is aching,
My ears have started to ring,
And I wake up grumpy every morning,
I'm not what I used to be
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