.Slipping past the chimney-pots,
Down among the ashes, away from old times
Why must I self-indulge in memories?
I should be celebrating to a moving melody,
But it hurts me, it hurts me,
Honey, honey, it hurts me.
And I'm feeling like a waltz,
Growing old, old, old, old, old.<.>
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