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well, this is a song that i wrote a year ago when i was 29.... now im 30. the song is about my melancholy of turning 30. hope you enjoy.
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562
thats how many digits i added to
my phone book on my mobile phone
25 girlfriends
thats how many i have slept with
and i still keep in touch with them
now i am 29
and hit the big 3-0 in 3 month time
i wonder if this is my prime
or did i miss the time
when i should have made up my mind
to grow up and give up the single life
i feel so alone
everybody's gone
the dice has been thrown
what's going on?
what's going on?
i stare at the phone
not knowing how to respond
it rings on and on
what's going on?
what's going on?
armed with the Paul Smith suits
loaded with money pocket full
step aside i'm coming through
those kids don't have a clue
how hard i've worked to buy these shoes
women would see my diligence through
and i party hard
i am not a workaholic like my old man
who doesn't seem to know how to laugh
but i look into the mirror
and i see something in horror
it is me who's turning like my dad
i feel so alone
everybody's gone
the dice has been thrown
what's going on?
what's going on?
i stare at the phone
not knowing how to respond
it rings on and on
what's going on?
what's going on?
thats how many digits i added to
my phone book on my mobile phone
25 girlfriends
thats how many i have slept with
and i still keep in touch with them
now i am 29
and hit the big 3-0 in 3 month time
i wonder if this is my prime
or did i miss the time
when i should have made up my mind
to grow up and give up the single life
i feel so alone
everybody's gone
the dice has been thrown
what's going on?
what's going on?
i stare at the phone
not knowing how to respond
it rings on and on
what's going on?
what's going on?
armed with the Paul Smith suits
loaded with money pocket full
step aside i'm coming through
those kids don't have a clue
how hard i've worked to buy these shoes
women would see my diligence through
and i party hard
i am not a workaholic like my old man
who doesn't seem to know how to laugh
but i look into the mirror
and i see something in horror
it is me who's turning like my dad
i feel so alone
everybody's gone
the dice has been thrown
what's going on?
what's going on?
i stare at the phone
not knowing how to respond
it rings on and on
what's going on?
what's going on?
thetiler
Like the energy, though I am not a electric guitar guy I think a lot of work
went into this