Time is measured by our heartbeat,
Never trust a heart of gold,
Thought I'd mention it in passing,
Thought I'd tell you how it goes ...
Spent my youth in conversation,
These days I hardly speak at all,
Could this be the perfect measure
Of my own decline and fall ...
Decline and fall ...
The clothes I wear are all in fashion
Although my body is in rags ...
The games I play are superficial,
They help amuse me when time drags ...
Strangers toy with my affections,
Old friends are strangers in disguise,
I keep my thoughts in isolation,
Somewhere inside, oh, something dies ...
Decline and fall ...

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