Living Grows On You Songtext

I was like you at your age,
Ready to die at any time.
It's paradoxical,
But livings grows on you don't you know.

You begin to subtract,
I've got twenty years left,
Fifteen, ten,
When you realize this for the last time.

This is my last trip afar.
I'm buying my last car.
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