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ent out walkin\' through the wood the other day
And the world was a carpet laid before me
The buds were bursting and the air smelled sweet and strange
And it seemed about a hundred years ago

Mary and I, we would sit upon a gate
Just gazin\' at some dragon in the sky
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
Well, it seemed about a hundred years ago

Now all my friends are wearing worried smiles
Living out a dream of what they was
Don\'t you think it\'s sometimes wise not to grow up?

Went out walkin\' through the wood the other day
Can\'t you see the furrows in my forehead?
What tender days, we had no secrets hid away
Now it seems about a hundred years ago

Now if you see me drinkin\' bad red wine
Don\'t worry \'bout this man that you love
Don\'t you think it\'s sometimes wise not to grow up?

You\'re gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You\'re gonna kiss and say good-bye, yeah, I warn you
You\'re gonna kiss and say good-bye, oh Lord, I warn you
And please excuse me while I hide away

Call me lazy bones
Ain\'t got no time to waste away
Lazy bones ain\'t got no time to waste away
Don\'t you think it\'s just about time to hide away? Yeah, yeah!

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Here I lie in my hospital bed
Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again?
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long
Oh, you see that I'm not that strong

The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears
Tell me, Sister Morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?
Oh, I can't crawl across the floor
Ah, can't you see, Sister Morphine, I'm trying to score

Well it just goes to show
Things are not what they seem
Please, Sister Morphine, turn my nightmares into dreams
Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast?
And that this shot will be my last

Sweet Cousin Cocaine, lay your cool cool hand on my head
Ah, come on, Sister Morphine, you better make up my bed
'Cause you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead
Yeah, and you can sit around, yeah and you can watch all the
Clean white sheets stained red.

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