What happens is you get old
And when you get old, the knives come out
And in a moment that is soberingly sad
yet wickedly hopeful
you realize
there is nothing left for those knives to cut

What happens is you get old And when you get old, the knives come out And in a moment that is soberingly sad yet wickedly hopeful you realize there is nothing left for those knives to cut
What happens is you get old
And when you get old, the knives come out
And in a moment that is soberingly sad
yet wickedly hopeful
you realize
there is nothing left for those knives to cut

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