| There are twenty years to go
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| And twenty ways to know
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| Who will wear
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| Who will wear the hat
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| There are twenty years to go
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| The best of all I hope
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| Enjoy the ride
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| The medicine show
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| And thems the breaks for we designer fakes
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| We need to concentrate
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| On more than meets the eye
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| There are twenty years to go
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| The faithful and the low
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| The best of starts, the broken heart
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| The stone
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| There are twenty years to go
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| The punch-drunk and the blow
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| The worst of starts, the mercy part
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| The phone
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| And thems the breaks for we designer fakes
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| We need to concentrate
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| On more than meets the eye
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| And thems the breaks for we designer fakes
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| But it's you I take, cause you're the truth, not I
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| There are twenty years to go
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| A golden age I know
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| But all will pass, we'll end too fast
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| You know
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| There are twenty years to go
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| And many friends I hope
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| Though some may hold the rose,
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| some hold the rope
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| And that's the end, and that's the start of it
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| That's the whole, and that's the part of it
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| That's the high, and that's the heart of it
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| That's the long, and that's the short of it
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| That's the best, and that's the test in it
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| That's the doubt, the doubt the trust in it
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| That's the sight, and that's the sound of it
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| That's the gift, and that's the trick in it
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| You're the truth, not I
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| You're the truth, not I
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| You're the truth, not I
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| You're the truth, not I
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| You're the truth, not I
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| You're the truth, not I
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| You're the truth, not I
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| You're the truth, not I |