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This sweater doesn't quite smell Much the way it used to My teeth aren't nearly as white My blue eyes half as bright My taste for liquor ain't the same I say that's a good thing Beneath this crooked little grin The ice is getting thin But our times are never really thick Simple arithmetic It's not a mental trick I plan to learn Too good at giving up, Why bother covering a candle due to snuff? Simple arithmetic It's not a mental trick I plan to learn I've learned to live without. I'm barely flickering, just put me out. From Letras Mania