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I caught you sleeping on a sunset bench You know the one I kinda looks like shit Broken fingers and a bloody chest I don't think you'll remember this Then I saw you on the boulevard Tried to sell me someone's credit card Hanging out with the avenues Coming down with nothing to use And I know you're getting cold And I know you're getting old Quick stop at the liquor store You'll buy a beer and I'll get 30 more Yes sir, I'm really 24 Fuck that, let's just run for the door Passed out and you're seeing stars Waking up in someone else's car Faced down in the spirit ditch You broke your neck, but your legs still twitch And I know you're getting old And I know you're getting cold