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I was once a boy in love with strangers
As I watched them smoke their cigarettes I’d wave
I was much too young to think of danger
I was curious and innocent and brave
Now the wrinkles in my face have gotten deeper
I’m an old man that's just 25 years young
I try to keep myself away from mirrors
They remind me of the stupid things I’ve done

"Because after all man's intellect and power
All you get is 650,000 hours
If you’re lucky then you’re dead," says the voice inside my head
That keeps me moving on, that keeps me singing these songs
So sing along
Oh, oh, here we go, been down this road about a thousand times before, but we ain’t bored
Oh, oh, here we go singing songs we wrote about a thousand times before, but we ain’t bored
The same four chords, the same four chords

Now the beard upon my face has gotten thicker
To protect me from the storms that come my way
Maybe when life's done I’ll be the singer
In the band that plays outside of Heaven's gate

And even if I die tomorrow I’ll be glad my life was filled with songs
And even if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on
Oh, oh, the songs we wrote, are playing back on the radio
Oh, oh, if I die tomorrow these four chords will keep me living on


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