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I don't know I'm born, I'm only youngI don't have a choice, you know I'm only youngI'm getting older, I'm getting smallerEverybody tells you, "you've got to walk taller"You did a war, and now you're poorAnd like your friends, you're gonna get it in the end You've heard it all beforeYou can't go on much moreIt's not like I thinkThe old folks are losersThey can't work computersThey die in December time Can't put it off, you put it onDon't ever stop, it doesn't last longThe younger folk, theyDon't understand, theyBack in the day, theyYou're gonna get it in the end You heard it all beforeYou can't go on much moreIts not like I thinkThe old folks are losersThey can't work computersLetras de cancionesThey die in December time Fall down for no reasonThe churches are heavingThe old folks, they live the life I'm down on the floor, I'll settle down, do what I tell ya.You're gonna get it in the end,You're gonna get it in the end The old folks are losers, they can't work computersThe old folks are losers, they can't work computers The old folks are losersThey can't work computersThey die in December time Fall down for no reasonThe churches are heavingThe old folks remember why The old folks are losersThey can't work computersThey die in December time From Letras Mania