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14 to 41, start blind, end up dumb yr 16, yr 23, Yr 32, yr 41. Gonna leave it all behind, and not say sorry, yeah you are alwyas right, so why worry? You leanr to steal and lie to friends, you trust no one. My birthdays coming around again I'm waiting for the bells to ring, I'm always older. Pressures and folds of fat and lip-stick stained calendars hide under marriage porcelain that i'm falling over My birthday, my birthday. My worst Day My birthdays coming around again. 14 to 41, start blind, end up dumb yr 16, yr 23, yr 32, yr 41. You're all those things and then yr none. Yr through all that, youve just begun. |