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Middle-aged, do the low rise on the waist
London half-life
Middle-aged, you're the low riser
getting over myself today
And if you're compromised, Drive your car through the rain
And if you've been beaten, Drive your car through the rain
'till you wash off the buzz
Don't pull over 'till you're sure, one that wanted the floor,
one that won't know the street, one that wanted to land,
on the heart with his feet up
oh watch out, you're only better off at half your life
otherwise wasted
House of cards, you fall hard