C / Dsus / Em / CC G And I've gone silver on my travels,Am G D growing silver in my sideburns. I'm starting to unravel her,C G My heartbeats on a downhill,Am Em Dsus I counted eighty on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock.C G D Em What else?C G D Em What else?C G And you said twelve years in retirement.Am G D The hours go by like sips of water. The record lies unbroken,C G and no doubt, it's white flour in my diet.Am Em D C G D Em It's going to be the death of me, sweet drumroll for those embittered big ideas.C G D Em It's such a waste of all that I had.C G D Em It's such a waste of all that I had. You mentioned bats in the attic, so now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules. I walked down in the basement. I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth. And how I'll laugh out loud about that. When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names. And go make yourself a fortune, there's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced. It's such a waste of what we had. And it's such a waste of all that we had. And it's such a waste of all that I am.
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