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If you get out before September, remember that I'm still inside, but I'm dry, I'm dry. And you, when you try to make a difference, you're so different. And then I try, and just die, I die. You know that I need you more than I want ya, but I want ya for all time. So I'm, I guess on the line. It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you. I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme. I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know. So it's on with the show. Sometimes a smoke a drink and a ponder can work wonders when you're down. Takes your frown, turns it round, around. And you when you try to make a difference, you're no different than when I try, and just die, I die. And now that your day-dream is forgotten and forgiven, and the world has been saved, be brave. It's all that I can do to sing these stupid songs to you. I give up half my time just trying to think up words that rhyme. I ain't getting any younger, but you wouldn't know. 'Cause I walk in shadow. And I never ever really show my face. But I'm only ever seen in the right place. From Letras Mania