Getting old much?

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Last night I faced my worst nightmare
That’s right I found my first grey hair

How could I be getting that old?
Though At 30 degrees I do feel cold!

Whenever I see those rowdy boys
I so want to complain about the noise

Last night I faced my worst nightmare
That’s right I found my first grey hair

I can’t go to work after a night out
I’m hungover, please don’t shout!

Friday nights I am home by twelve
I spend the weekend cleaning my shelves

Last night I faced my worst nightmare
That’s right I found my first grey hair













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