I Feel Too Young to Die Songtext
von South San Gabriel

Johnson

I did not know of what you spoke
But got your faces all the same
I thought of stealing baby's breath
But stopped it when you came.

The trouble, stress and all the fuss
That I did leave with you
A comfort absent for a while
Have you missed me, too?

An altercation possum-like
Earned this broken leg
An illness somehow creeping in
Now all I want is rest.


Now I am in magnolia
And I am Indian paintbrush
I am drunk with fishen smells
Mouse and nip and such.

And I have hidden acorn shells
And I have dreamt of Ron
I will dream of some new fowl
Now that he is gone.

Still I will limp among these fields
Chasing grasshopper
I have thought of brand new homes
Knowing I'll return.

I feel too young to die
Feel too young to die
Feel too young to die
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