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I'm too tired to think, too tired to try
It's too early to drink, but I got too much to unwind
It's too late to matter, too sad to cry
Too old to care, too young to die

The aimless heart tries to find
Purpose born in the mind
It tries for coffee, it tries for wine
All it knows is it all it finds

Gold is gold even if it's old
Just a drop a polish from a bottle I'm told
No one knows what a trouble I've stowed
Someday it might bubble, this trouble will blow