What do you think you will do for the next 40 years
when your face looks like a cobweb and you’ve dried up your tears
When no one gives you a second look and you sit staring at the phone
When growing up means you were wrong about everything you’ve known
Stalking your ghost, counting your stocks and gold
Count the lies that you bought, dreams that you sold

– Nash

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