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These are yawn tears, I'm not cryingFor the precision of decisions I have made in my timeI am young still, hard as a rockWatch the moon rising with my hand on my cockCause what's ahead and what's behind you doesn't matter muchWhen you're looking upI'm looking upMy old man still thinks I'm greatNo matter what I do, no matter what I sayI'm even crying, I cry sometimesfor what's ahead and what's behindI said what's ahead, and what's behindWell they don't matter too much, babyI said don't pay them no mindYou should be looking upWhat's ahead you and what's behind you doesn't matter toomuchWhat's ahead and what's behind you shouldn't matter too muchWhen you're looking upI'm looking upI'm looking upLooking up From Letras Mania