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Obits

Run

I run and I run
I run marathons
when you trade in broken hearts
you've got to learn to endure

You can laugh if you want
we're all comedians
but you can't deny your past
when it's right in your lap

All the young men have grown their beards
It hides their guns, It buys them beer

I read and I read
I read magazines
It's not that I don't have time
time is on my side

And it's not about your age
because youth isn't everything
it's how you learn to cope
it's how you survive

All the old men want young wives
It satisfies their pride
And all those old men will burn their brides
To mollify their nights

Corre

Corro y corro
Corro maratones
cuando cambias corazones rotos
tienes que aprender a soportar

Puedes reírte si quieres
todos somos comediantes
pero no puedes negar tu pasado
cuando está justo frente a ti

Todos los jóvenes han dejado crecer sus barbas
Esconden sus armas, les compra cerveza

Leo y leo
Leo revistas
No es que no tenga tiempo
tiempo está de mi lado

Y no se trata de tu edad
porque la juventud no lo es todo
es cómo aprendes a lidiar
es cómo sobrevives

Todos los viejos quieren esposas jóvenes
Satisface su orgullo
Y todos esos viejos quemarán a sus esposas
Para calmar sus noches

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