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My time is too short My lies are too real My face is not easy to read My friends are so clever My manners are poor My heart is too big To belong to just one By the time we get old My feet won’t be cold By the time we get old The water is troubled There are rapids ahead I’m stuck, I can’t move This is not going well The doors keep on closing Every time I wake up It’s like I can’t breathe And my time is up By the time we get old My feet won’t be cold By the time we get old