Sixteen

I’m in a tight spot
Wondering whether or not
You still recall me
Or is it just plain to see
That this was our last goodbye
A final fare thee well
The night before we die…
Slowly I begin to see
That growing old is meant to be
But still I find it hard to deal
And with the fact that those days are gone
Oh sweet sixteen you’re lost and gone forever;
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My back is aching
My ears have started to ring
And I wake up grumpy every morning
I’m not what I used to be
A Duracel kanin
That’s energy in Swedish;
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