Middle of July, nineteen-eighty-two
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Standing on a corner with nothing much to do
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Talking with Cecilia in nineteen-eighty-five
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Glad to still be breathing, glad to be alive
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Where's all the time, nineteen-ninety-one
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Change on the dresser, bed is still undone
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What's a weary man to do in nineteen-ninety-four
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Hear the front bell ringing but no one's at the door
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Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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Oh, yeah
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Who's gonna know when all is said and done
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That a boy was born to Rita in nineteen-sixty-one
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And lived a hundred years by nineteen-ninety-six
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Who's ever gonna notice that it all came down to this
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Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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Oh, yeah
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Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
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Oh, yeah
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Oh Yeah
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| Los Lobos |
