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A.I. generated song about a man arguing with him self, comparing life choices at ages 20, 40, 60 and beyond. (Intimate indie-folk, male vocals, Fingerpicked acoustic in a close, warm room; soft upright bass shadowing the root notes, Verses stay hushed and conversational, then chorus widens with airy harmonies and a touch of piano, Subtle swell on the bridge with a brushed snare and swaying organ before dropping back to a bare guitar-and-voice) [Verse 1] Twenty Swears he knows everything Sleeps on a mattress on the floor Wallet’s thin Hope is heavy Thinks love is a highway Not a door Forty Counts the lines on his hands Keeps receipts Loses days Stares at traffic through the windshield Asking if he’s drifting or he’s safe [Chorus] I keep arguing with myself Like strangers living in my skin One says "jump " one says "careful" One says "start " one says "this is it" If I could get us in a room Would we speak or just avoid our eyes? Versions of me at every age All convinced they’re right [Verse 2] Sixty Drinks his coffee slow Keeps the names of old friends Folded in his coat Laughs when twenty calls him coward Shakes his head at forty’s hurried choke And somewhere Past the numbers we can count There’s a faint outline of someone Who has finally worked it out Smiling at our chaos Like a parent in the crowd [Chorus] I keep arguing with myself Like echoes bouncing off the years One says "stay " one says "leave it" One says "fight " one says "face your fear" If I could get us in a room Let the silence be our common ground Versions of me at every age Might finally settle down [Bridge] What if twenty just forgave me? What if forty dropped his shield? (oh) What if sixty said "It’s alright Some roads never get revealed"? [Chorus] I keep arguing with myself But the voices start to blend One says "love " one says "listen" Both say "this is not the end" If I could get us in a room Maybe we’d raise a shaky glass To the ones we were The ones we are And all the ones we’ll never have