Welcome to the year 2000, minus 25
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Oh say, can you smell 'er for the smoke?
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God's still up there laughin'
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So he's gotta be alive
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Who says he can't take a dirty joke?
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Power is and power does and power slips away
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It's so easy to abuse.
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Who'da thought them Arabs woulda bought the USA
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Just to give it to the Jews?
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[Chorus:]
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Singin' crime still don't pay
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Just like it used to
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(Just like it used to)
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And time slips away 'til you die
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(Slips away 'til you die)
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You know but I don't give a damn
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When I choose to
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(When I choose to)
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And you know but it don't hurt so bad
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When you're high
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(When you're high)
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Oh say does the future of the homesick and the brave
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Even matter anymore
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There ain't no more reason for them boys to run away now
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Than there was the fight before
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And could you tell me why the hell we tried to win back in the war
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What we wasted in the last?
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Might just ain't as righteous as it used to be before
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When your army's out of gas
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[Chorus:]
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Singin' crime still don't pay
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Just like it used to
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(Just like it used to)
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And time slips away 'til you die
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(Slips away 'til you die)
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You know but I don't give a damn
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When I choose to
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(When I choose to)
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And you know but it don't hurt so bad
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When you're high
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(When you're high)
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The Year 2000 Minus 25
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| Kris Kristofferson |
