| I was born the year punk broke
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| Days before the king was dead
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| It was the year of the snake
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| I was a red-faced child
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| Who stumbled where he tread
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| Was kept in orderly file
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| My parents named me Ed
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| I tried my hardest to smile
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| And like my daddy said
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| I’ve tried to be myself
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| Sometimes daydreaming for hours
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| Wishing for a dangerous life
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| Cut the leash some slack
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| Run into the morning light
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| Race the trains by the track
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| Until my mouth feels dry
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| But can you count on me?
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| I might let you down
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| In a world that is so sensational
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| No you can count on me
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| I’m living for the now
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| Up against the older generation’s wall
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| Born in the '70s
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| Born in the '70s
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| After a length of time
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| You’re this parody
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| Just like the record’s stuck
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| Always repeating the past
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| That never liked you before
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| You had no reason to last
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| Were in a silent war
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| A telepathic blast
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| And like my daddy said
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| These are exciting times
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| The future grabs my throat
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| And let’s me know it’s alright
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| If I believe in love
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| Then I believe in hate too
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| I’ll taste the darker stuff
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| To find some lasting truth
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| But can you count on me?
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| I might let you down
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| In a world that is so sensational
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| No you can count on me
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| I’m living for the now
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| Up against the older generation’s wall
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| Born in the '70s
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| Born in the '70s
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| (We don’t really give a fuck about you) |