David Gale
Older
69
Well I’m not giving in, no I don’t want to be that way
I’m not giving in to growing older
People say let the grace unfold but I’m not sold
No I’m not giving to growing old
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People say that growing old is good
that’s what we do, I grow old with you
there’s a time in a life they say
to embrace old age and that’s okay
I…I I’m growing older. I’m growing older they say
Oh…older…I’m growing older….I guess
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I got a pound or two that’s getting in the way
I got a memory that’s seen a better day
Dye my hair and hide the lines on my face
I’m very careful ‘bout pictures that I take
I…I I’m growing older. I’m growing older they say
I’m fighting but I’m losing, sometimes I’m cruising
Then I get lost on my way
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Bridge: I don’t care what you’re supposed to do
I’m resistant to age
I’m hanging on tight with all my might until I have to turn that page
Well I’m not giving in, no I don’t want to be that way
I’m not giving in to growing older
people say let the grace unfold but I’m not sold
no I’m not giving in to growing old
Oh older…. I’m growing older I guess
Oh…. I don’t want to be there now
I want to stay right here with you, this way
oh ……..I guess I’ll have to face it now.
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Well, we’ve got a position on love
Like a change in the weather it’s good
Doesn’t matter if you’re up or if you get down
Don’t forget about you, and remember her too
See what you both can do
We’re not aligned to see eye to eye
So it needs to be timed just right
On top of the world, or side by side
I’m fine with 69
Well, you’re gonna have to pay attention
When you’re giving and receiving the love
Don’t get lost in your own invention
Don’t forget about you, and remember her too
See what you both can do
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Bridge: Gonna say goodbye to 99; cuz, we’re doin’ fine; we’re fine with 69
Now it’s time to get a little and give
Break a rule that doesn’t really exist
Get away from your doggy and your cowgirl
Don’t forget about you, and remember her too
See what your love can do
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Empty Chair
Empty chair in a room waits for when she’ll sit
All upholstered in silk a golden hit
Nine o’clock in the eve, she turns on the light
Sink into your empty chair all night
It’s better than I can hold
Better than I can cradle
Better than I can sooth
Better than I am able
Better than I can touch
Better than I can warm her
It’s better than I can do
Better than I can dream to
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Talking while I watch her fill the empty chair
My bad days aren’t important she don’t care
Those arms around her waist; wrapped up in a dream
My memories when she once belonged to me
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(Bridge) When she’s done had her fun then turns off the light
The only thing she says to me, an irony a feign remark: “good night”.
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