Getting Older

Martha Wainwright

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    I'm getting older
    I need your shoulder
    I need your love
    And I need your blood

    I want your honey
    I'll take your money
    I'll pay you back
    I'll get the cash

    With you my life has begun
    I was on the run
    We've got the time it takes to burn out the Sun
    And the heart's desperately undone

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    I've been so afraid
    My body's burnt and laid
    Out on a table at my wake
    And the radio's on
    It's playing my song
    It's the one that will take us to the end
    If we defend our love and our souls we mend

    Can you hear my words?
    Can you feel my worth?
    Can you read my mind and share the rest of time?

    I was making my own bed
    I was picturing my death
    I was lost in a fire
    And you saved me with your desire
    Can you hear me now?
    It's time to take a bow
    Out of this last life, born of sacrifice

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    Composition: Martha Wainwright

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