Turn off your light go to bed now
Act your age don't forget to be kind you know
You know your name
Play games know when to walk away
Trouble near just let go breath
Crooked streams
Silver in the trees from the wind that blows storms your way
Act your age now
If you can't maybe I can
Act your age relative to the age of the world
Is this a joke we just spoke not that long ago
Crooked streams of consciousness nothing more can say
One less fire would have changed nearly everything
An open palm gut punch soon takes your breath away
Count your days number slow now
Crooked streams
Silver in the trees from the wind that blows storms your way
Act your age now
If you can't maybe I can
Act your age relative to the age of the world
When you go for it rage hard
Like a fire rage on burn just like gasoline
They'll know your name
Don't let go breath
If you can't maybe I can
Act your age relative to the age of the world
And I'll wonder
I'll wonder through life like you want me to
No not discouraged by you
And I'll wonder
I'll wonder through life 'till you act your age
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