All I have are these dreams and pictures in my head
I just hope I get to put them down on paper before I'm dead
It's too late, maybe one day I won't get to live again
Fools will tell you all the riches come to good folks in the end
Life is such a fleeting though
It's here and then, it's gone
What'll bring me eternal youth
I don't know, maybe I'll have to sell my soul
If I sell my soul will I still taste the sweet tastes of love
Or will I be, unable an seek help from above
Oh all the lovers I could have with a young face, and all the years of grace

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