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There are twenty years to go |
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And twenty ways to know |
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Who will wear, |
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Who will wear |
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The hat. |
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There are twenty years to go, |
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The best of all I hope. |
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Enjoy the ride, the medicine show. |
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And thems the breaks for we designer fakes. |
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We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye. |
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There are twenty years to go, |
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The faithful and the low. |
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The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone. |
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There are twenty years the go, |
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The punch drunk and the blow. |
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The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone. |
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And thems the breaks for we designer fakes. |
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We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye. |
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And thems the breaks for we designer fakes. |
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But it's you I take 'cause your the truth not I. |
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There are twenty years to go. |
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A golden age I know. |
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But all will pass, will end to fast, you know. |
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There are twenty years to go, |
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And many friends I hope. |
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Though some may hold the rose some hold the rope. |
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And that's the end and that's the start of it. |
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That's the whole and that's the part of it. |
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That's the high and that's the heart of it. |
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That's the long and that's the short of it. |
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That's the best and that's the test in it. |
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That's the doubt, the doubt, |
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The trust in it. |
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That's the sight and that's the sound of it. |
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That's the gift and that's the trick in it. |
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You're the truth not I. |
