A Good Reason To Grow Old

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[Verse 1]
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Good grief and Grace turn their 
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backs to me
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Push shovels into the cold sand
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In a pulse-racing second
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They gave up on their awful toil

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Hell on earth and Hate turn to 
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face me
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Stuck knuckles into each of my eyes
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And a drunken thumbed stranger
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Prepared to the constant cry

[Bridge]
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Ooooh oooh ooooh
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Ooooh oooh ooooh

[Chorus 1]
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With my head in my hands, I 
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resolved to die alone
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Now I've finally found a good 
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reason to grow old
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A good reason to...

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[Verse 2]
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Rapture and Love brought me 
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dancing
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Lit up every last every last 
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heartbroken life
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In the ecstasy of everything
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The death I have wanted expired

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Bitterness and Loss caught me 
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laughing
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Asked why my expression had changed
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After years in such company
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They'd never see the look on my face

[Bridge]
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Ooooh oooh ooooh
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Ooooh oooh ooooh

[Chorus 2]
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With my head in my hands, I 
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resolved to die alone
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Now I've finally found a good 
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reason to grow old

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I was ready to drown in the 
afterlife
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Not anymore
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That I've finally found a good 
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reason to grow old
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Good reason to...

[Coda]
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Oh, how she murders morbid thought
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Oh, plunges a knife into the 
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suicide in my life

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Oh, how she murders morbid thought
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Oh, plunges a knife into the 
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suicide and I am born

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Turn your back to the afterlife
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Kick dust into the eyes of them 
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all
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Turn your back to the afterlife
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Climb out of your shallow hole