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Grey Hair

 

Grey Hair

(album: Ivy Tripp - 2015)


Maybe, you're not the only one
You might, wait and see me become
A candle, precarious psychically among
The ill at ease, the summer breeze
But sugar soda pop songs play on the radio
I get short of breath because I can't slow down

Maybe, you'll learn to live on stage
Rambling in a staggering haze
And maybe American kids will start a craze
Devoid death, bleeding heads
But lusting for hollowness releases a cold sweat
I get short of breath because I can't slow down

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