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Everything was going fine until I turned 35
My own demon, little fucker reared its ugly head
I started running, went to gym
And kept hoping it would go away
I went to see a doctor 
Every fucking week 

When you start to worry, about things you can not change
Your problems are only getting bigger, there's no one left to blame
Find the cure, find the cure, music helps thats for sure
Try playing rock'n roll loud and strong

King, King, King of rock'n roll

If you got a problem for every solution
You need to fix your head, cause you got it wrong
Fix your head, fix your head
Try rock'n roll before you're dead

King, King, King of rock'n roll
Lean, Lean, Lean on rock'n roll