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Your youth has run its race Creeping up slowly Your mothers face has changed Ain't wearing those mini skirts anymore Drink the world it just won't fill you up Holdin' on to something and you can't let go You're hitting up the bottle right before the show She's never mentioned word of it to another soul Except for somethin' that she's feelin' like the Holy Ghost Photographs of younger days Will never make their way Into your grave Your father shaves his legs It's from his football days Everyone's doin' it to be cool Doin' it to be just like you Holdin' on to something and you can't let go So you're hittin' up the bottle right before the show She's never mentioned word of it to another soul Except for somethin' that she's feelin' like the Holy Ghost If you're leaving in time for the mourning show I'll believe you're using faith from the depths of your soul I'll believe you're using faith from the depths below Photographs of younger days Will never make their way Into your grave