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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raúl Esparza
Raúl Esparza
Vocals
Jerry Dixon
Jerry Dixon
Vocals
Amy Spanger
Amy Spanger
Vocals
Stephen Oremus
Stephen Oremus
Conductor
Matt Beck
Matt Beck
Guitar
Conrad Adderley
Conrad Adderley
Bass
Clayton Craddock
Clayton Craddock
Drums
Jon Weston
Jon Weston
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Larson
Jonathan Larson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Oremus
Stephen Oremus
Assistant Producer
Jeffrey Lesser
Jeffrey Lesser
Producer
Ed Rak
Ed Rak
Recording Engineer
Keith Shortread
Keith Shortread
Assistant Engineer
Iain Fraser
Iain Fraser
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Stop the clock Take time out Time to regroup Before you loose the bout Face the thrill Back it up Time to refocus Before they lap it up Year's are getting shorter The lines on your face are getting longer Feel like you're treading water But the riptide's getting stronger Don't panic, don't jump ship Can't find it, like taxes At least it happens Only once in your life They're singing, "Happy birthday" You just wanna lay down and cry Not just another birthday, it's 30/90 Why can't you stay 29 Hell, you still feel like you're 22 Turn 30 in 1990 Bang! You're dead, what can you do? What can you do? What can you do? Clear the runway Make another pass Try one more hook Before you're out of gas Friends are getting fatter Hairs on you head are getting thinner Feel like a clean up batter On a team that ain't a winner Don't freak out, don't strike out Can't fight it, like city hall At least you're not alone Your friends are there too They're singing, "Happy birthday" You just wish you could run away Who cares about a birthday? But 30/90, hey Can't you be optimistic? You're no longer eons of you Turn 30, 1990 Voom! You're passes What can you do? What can you do? What can you do? Peter Pan and tinker bell Which way to never never land? Emerald city's gone to hell Since the wizard blew off passed the map On the streets you hear the voices Lost children, crocodiles But you're not into Making choices, wicked witches Poppy fields, or men behind the curtains Tiger lilies, ruby slippers Clock is ticking, that's for certain They're singing, "Happy birthday" I just wish it all were a dream It feels much more like dooms day What 30/90 seems I'm dying for a twister I don't see a rainbow, do you? Turn 30 into 90 Look into my hands now What the ball has passed I want the spoils, but not too fast The world is falling It's now or never land Why can't I stay till The forever end? What can I do? What can I do?
Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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