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More than ten years ago
I was eighteen years old
That's two new homes
And two funerals
And now I'm measuring my life in the guarantees of lightbulbs
That's two more to change
Until I reach middle-age
And maybe at best
I could have eight more left
I thought things might change
I feel good, I feel bad, but mostly the same
I'll give you the best of the years that I've got left
That's two new homes
And two funerals
And now I'm measuring my life in the guarantees of lightbulbs
That's two more to change
Until I reach middle-age
And maybe at best
I could have eight more left
I thought things might change
I feel good, I feel bad, but mostly the same
I'll give you the best of the years that I've got left

Written by:
Michael Phillips-Godfrey

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