A good song.
A memorable first line. A melancholic voice. Poetic lyrics. Profound messages. A hanging ending ...
But I can never use this song. Not today, not yesterday, not last year, or the year before that, or the year before the year before that, or the year ...
If I die anything today, I won't die young. Simply because I'm, well ...
Not-young.
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