Yeah...
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Well I bit off more than I could chew
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I sucked awhile and spit it out
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You met me once now who are you
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You met me twice who am I to doubt
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Built to please and raised to rock
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Construction starts here on this block
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Millenium has come at last
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My one horse town is made of glass
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My century...is turning
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My century...is turning
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Well so long to the so-so years
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Of river mouths and chandeliers
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Morning crews that make me yawn
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I hold my heave until I'm gone
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I cock an ear and crack a smile
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Last in line and single file
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The only ones standing at this speech
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Are the ones with the brooms and the mops and the keys
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Now I can't go back...it's my last chance
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Now I can't go back...it's my last chance
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Blacktop yards and sonic booms
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Done heroin and in ladies rooms
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Bouncing balls and spinning wheels
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Electronic retail power deals
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Turning calendars forgotten
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Expiration date is rotten
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Behind my eyes I've seen it all
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Years go past upon the wall
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My century...my century
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Century
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Paul Westerberg |