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100 Years
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Music & Lyrics: John Popper
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The sun is warm as the day is long
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I just got the feeling I can do no wrong
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I've got a long way to walk
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Can't afford my next meal
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I tell a few lies but my hunger is real
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And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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Mademoiselle tell me do you play
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Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay
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I watch her walk away in haste
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There's just no accounting for some people's taste,
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And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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Big angry man in the doorway there
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Just keep on walking like I don't care
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Why you giving such an evil eye
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Could it be you were ignored by every passerby
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And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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Play in the park for tobacco and food
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Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude
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Tourist don't want me to end his show
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But this colorful attraction got places to go
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And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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Sit at the pier watch the sun go down
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Another lost little boy in a big old town
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I want to laugh I want to cry
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But no matter how hard I may try
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It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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It won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
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100 Years
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| Blues Traveler |
