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It’s Getting Wild, Getting Older Songtext
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It’s Getting Wild, Getting Older Songtext

You got a couch for the front room, it′s vintage
Stuck in the backseat, it's not really fitting
I guess it′s too late to change it now, no
You speak of dying like ordering oat milk
Say the idea gives a reassuring feeling
It's not something I would say out loud
But oh well

Oh we leave it up to fate
So I hide what's left in the corner of my hand
For you to find and take it all
And I wonder what comes next
When everything is falling into place


You phone your dad just to ask how he′s doing
While switching channels to turn off the news (And)
Say what does it matter after all?
We′re dying young or getting old

How come
How come
How come we don't?
How come
How come we don′t?
Matter at all

Oh, so we leave up to fate
And I hide what's left in the corner my hand
For you to find and take it all
Do you ever wonder what comes next?
When everything is falling into place
Do you ever wonder what comes next?
When everything is falling into place
It don′t matter much to me
If everything is falling into place

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