Getting Old - Pontifexx/Bhaskar/IRO

Composed by：Ori Rakib

Believe me I'm running dry

I used to have the cool to refill my high

But now the riffa keeps me oh trapped inside

And I keep setting the alarm but still miss my ride

I'm calling for you please don't go

Winter is coming and I'm so cold

Dreams are like the hand you fold

Maybe I'm just getting old

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I'm just getting old

And I fall behind

On taxes are just crippling me I go blind

Came back from Ibiza and I lost my mind

It's hard to understand but

I still need you to say I'm fine I'm fine

I'm calling for you please don't go

Winter is coming and I'm so cold

Dreams are like the hand you fold

Maybe I'm just getting old

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I'm getting old

All my sorrow all my pain

And I'm just a man ain't got no one to blame

And truth be told

I'm getting old

I'm calling for you please don't go

Winter is coming and I'm so cold

Dreams are like the hand I fold

I'm just getting old

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It's the debt I owe

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Lies are truth untold

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I'm just getting old

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I'm just getting old getting old getting old

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I'm getting old getting old

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