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By Buck 65, "I'm 65 I'm not retirin'"I don't care about you're tippy
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By Buck 65, I look good, always, but especially todayProfessionally fresh on display
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By Buck 65, I used to march around the playground with my friendsYelling
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By Buck 65, There's equal spaces between the hurdles and steeple chasesSo I
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By Buck 65, Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest
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By Buck 65, [spoken]:In my darknessI speak now upon this object of natureAnd
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By Buck 65, I hide behind the curtain listening to whispers with my
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By Buck 65, As i strolled aimlessly edges of sacrement one dayI wasn't