There Must Be More To Life (than Growing Old)

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There Must Be More To Life (than Growing Old)

Sky full of factory smoke stacks hot cinders paint the snow black
Turn up my callar to the cold
My old boots're wet and dirty missed my bus at 7:30
Ah there must be more to life than growing old

Each day seems like the last one each year just like the past one
As if they're stamped on from the mold
Somehow it seems to be the only change is you and me
There must be more to life than growing old

There must be more to life than growing old
What happened to the dreams we used to hold
We never asked for cities paved with gold
There must be more to life than growing old
We never asked for cities paved with gold
There must be more to life than growing old
There must be more to life than growing old

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