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Sometimes I wanna fall asleep and die off in a dreamThe music takes me back to my old past when I was young and feelin meanAnd as I stare into the spotlight it's like drivin my carWe had the girls and a will and a bill on a stolen credit cardSayin someday we'll be stars, JoeNow, I feel the pain of growin old I hear the voices in the rainI see a vision of doubt that keeps rollin through my baby's eyesWhen she calls out my name each time that she complainsSeems like we rolled bigger stones back thenSeems like we rolled bigger stonesSeems like we rolled bigger stones back thenSeems like we rolled bigger stonesNow, I feel the pain of growin old I hear voices in the rainI see a vision of doubt that keeps rollin through my baby's eyesWhen she calls out my name each time that she complainsSems like we rolled bigger stones back thenSeems like we rolled bigger stones From Letras Mania