Well I know you don't know the reason And it's cold, a sign of the season 'cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah [chorus] Oh we better, get away Send a letter, bombs away You're covered in my skin I couldn't imagine anyone else Come up for the weekend I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself Well it's gone and it's not returning And your clothes and pictures are burning 'cause you're old, and battered and beaten And we'll grow, til we hit the ceiling, yeah [chorus x 3]
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