I’m too busy living to worry ‘bout dying
I, I am not lying, I am, I’m crying
I am not ready to go yet
This show ain’t over, you know, ye
Do not remember me for what I’ve become
A balding broke down ol’ coot, that’ a nice sum
Remember me for what I was
I was eye candy, had that buzz
My faith’s been shot and left for dead
In the middle of, of the roadbed
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