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Well, I'd be dead by thirty-threeThat was my best guessBut hey, here I am this morningSinging happy birthday to meAs I clean up all this messBecause I'm still left aliveWithout warningIn the big, boring middleOf my long book of lifeAfter the twist has been toldIf you don't die in gloryAt the age of ChristThen your story is just getting oldYou can see leather-jacket-JamesAnd Jimi, fan the flamesTheir posters will always look youngerAh, but they never knewAnd they can't guide us throughThe long stretch of spiritual hungerIn the big boring middleOf my long book of lifeLetras de cancionesAfter the twist has been toldIf you don't die in gloryAt the age of ChristThen your story is just getting oldAs a skinny kid she knewThat she should never sell her beautyBut it's a strong narcoticTo feel the public stareIt's like a powerful doseOf some synthetic self-imageIt makes you feel so aliveAs long as it is thereAnd that was how she feltNot pushed by human handsShe was pushedBy the eyes all around herSo, she fell back into her pastWhere her beauty mark would lastSo, the camera could never have found herIn the big boring middleOf my long book of lifeAfter the twist has been toldIf you don't die in gloryAt the age of ChristThen your story is just getting oldNow, when Jesus told the restThat He would have His wayAnd in death He would not be defeatedMaybe it was all for the bestFor what He had to sayBecause He would not alwaysHave to repeat itThrough the big boring middleOf His long book of lifeAfter He passed thirty-twoIf you don't die in gloryAt the age of ChristThen your story is still coming trueStill coming true, still coming true From Letras Mania