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Will you still call me baby when I’m old and crazy? Will you walk the same, will you laugh the same? Will you think I’m pretty when my hair’s grey? Will you still hold my hand, when my clothes are out of style
My teeth have ran away, and I don’t have the same smile? Still, wanna dance, even if my hips are weak
My ears don’t hear so well and I can’t find the beat?
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