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somewhere the name spreads
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and by the time I'm 250 years old,
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everybody's calling me Jo-Jo.
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Nobody calls me Shelly anymore.
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And by the time I'm 300, 350, 400,
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I've forgotten anybody used to call me Jo-Jo. [correction: Shelly]
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And I no longer remember growing up in Chicago.
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I remember things about my youth when I was a lad of 100.
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But I can't go back to what it was like in the early days,
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just like you can't go back to what it was like to be four or three.
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And suppose that all this is going on as I'm getting older and older.
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My personality is changing in a variety of other ways.