Get Ready For The Future: It Is

My Friends Are Gone And My Hair Is Grey. I Ache In Places I Used To Play. And I’m Crazy For Love But I’m Not Coming On. I’m Just Paying My Rent Every Day In The Tower Of Song.

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The Last Refuge Of The Insomniac Is A Sense Of Superiority To The Sleeping World.