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There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking from within.
He's loud, though without vocal chords
We'll put an end to him
We'll make all the right appointments
No one ever has to know.
And then tomorrow I'll turn 21
We'll script another show
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea
Drink champagne although you shouldn't be.
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep
None of our friends will come, they dodge our calls.
And they have for quite a while now
It's not a shock, you don't seem to mind
and I just can't see how.
We're too old
We're not old, old at all
Just too old
We're not old, old at all
There's a bear inside your stomach
The cub's been kicking you for weeks
And if this isn't all a dream
Well then we'll cut him from beneath
Well we're not scared of making caves
Or finding food for him to eat
We're terrified of one another
And terrified of what that means
But we'll make only quick decisions
And you'll just keep my in the waiting room
And all the while I'll know we're fucked
And not getting unfucked soon
When we get home we're bigger strangers
than we've ever been before
You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor
We're too old
We're not old at all.
Just too old
We're not old at all.