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So it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks

And we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop

And I thought at fifteen that I'd have it down by sixteen

And twenty-four keeps breathing in my faceLike a mad whore

And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door

Like a friend you don't want to see

Oldness comes with a smileTo every love given child

Oldness comes to rile

The youth who dream suicide

Songwriters

Kozelek, Mark EdwardPublished by

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