| How do I live to be a hundred, baby?
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| To make sure that you grow old with me
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| And if we grow old, who’ll be the one to stay when the other is gone?
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| And besides us no longer wakes up
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| Who’ll be the one to go on after this bond we share
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| This beautiful romance together
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| And live without the other on planet disaster
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| We shared a few tears, but there’s so much more happiness and that’s all that
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| matters
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| Oh, there is smoke up in the sky from the refinery
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| I can see it from where I recline in my balcony chair
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| There’s a little black and white cat down there
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| By the picnic table he sees me and I see him
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| He’s unaware to pollution
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| He’s down in the weeds half asleep sniffing from the pollen
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| For those of you, who can’t find love and are unhappy
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| I send you a ton
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| Try not to fear human connection
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| Somebody’s out there for you
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| Just put your phone down
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| Get outside, start walking
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| Forget that ghost in the fog, cyber trolling
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| Find the kind who can share a meal without that look in their eyes that says:
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| «Can't wait to be bailing»
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| Who kinda sees the goodness in you
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| And you can make each other smile
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| A person who would drop everything
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| When someone who you loved died
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| Mh…
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| On the TV there is some news
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| A Chinatown shooter was on the loose
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| They caught him down near (?) and pacific
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| Hiding out in a place where I occasionally get my hair cut
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| And the other night when Muhammed Ali died
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| You arrived there by my side
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| And I was up, up, up all night
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| In a state and my stomach was tight
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| Watching the old film clips of the young and not so young Louisville Lip
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| Listening to Don King’s spirited insights
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| And George Foreman’s thoughts on Muhammed Ali are always a delight
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| And Kenny Norton ain’t around to share no words, though he brake Alis jaw
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| And Frazier is also gone, but not Leon
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| Yeah, I wish they’d talk to Leon Spinks
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| Ali put him on the map and I’d like to hear what Leon Spinks thinks
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| Oh, everyday there’s more bad news
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| Around the corner suicide bombers
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| Planes disappearing in the sea
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| And past the smoke I also see
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| The swaying eucalyptus trees
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| And come August you will see
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| Crape myrtles and full-bloomed (?)
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| Life ain’t always good but many times it is, folks
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| Oh, the light pours in your room
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| From over the hill and I am glued
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| On my back to your soft couch
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| But pretty soon I must fly
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| I won’t be back until the end of July
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| When I gotta go, my hearts get heavy
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| And it cries
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| Oh, how I hate these damn goodbyes
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| But playing music is my life
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| Food and water and music is what I need to stay alive
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| This year is gonna find me in Beijing
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| And Buenos Aires and South Dakota’s Rapid City
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| And Omaha and Tucson and Phoenix
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| And Pluto and Mars
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| And Saturn and Venus
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| But my favorite place to be is with you in my house
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| Which faces west
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| You’re coming over tonight
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| It’s foggy and cold
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| I hope the answer is yes |