Every day I grow older and older I do I can see the lines on my face One more white hair on my head Thousand mile stare in my eyes
I can barely stand up out of my chair Deep in my veins flows my disease My nails have turned yellow and grown real long A figment of what was once a young man
Growing older and older I am My buried bones turn to dust under the earth
When I was a boy… When I was a boy… When I was a boy I thought I would live on forever When I was a boy I thought I would live on forever
As I lay cold and stiff in my box Funeral precession follows behind They lower me down in the ground A bitter sweet goodbye to those left alive
Growing older and older I am My buried bones turn to dust under the earth
Growing older and older I am My buried bones turn to dust under the earth
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