| In '85,
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| Tuesday morning,
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| Came alive,
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| I didn’t know ya Route 66 is gone,
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| And Reagan’s here,
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| It won’t be long
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| Nintendo comes,
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| Live Aid, too,
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| Back to the Future
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| Where were you,
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| While I spent all my days
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| In Catholic school?
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| In '89,
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| The dream begins,
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| First in line to California,
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| Pete Rose is banned for good,
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| The Simpsons come to Hollywood,
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| Russia leaves Afghanistan,
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| Flight 103 ends Pan Am,
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| Bush is here
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| This is the year
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| That I feel most alone
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| No more
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| Countin’down the hours
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| No more
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| Wishin’you were here
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| I stopped believin',
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| Although Journey told me 'don't'
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| Before I call it a day,
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| In '92,
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| A boy is born,
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| The skies were blue
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| In Ohio
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| Boris Yeltsin chills,
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| Freddie dies,
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| But Queen is still,
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| Barcelona has the games,
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| Lady Di is single again,
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| Clinton wins,
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| And I still dream
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| That I’ll find you someday
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| In '97,
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| A baby girl,
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| Adds some heaven to the world,
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| Tony Blair tips the scales,
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| Elton sings for the Princess of Wales,
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| Microsoft buys into Mac,
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| My dad has a second heart attack,
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| And Train leaves San Francisco
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| In a thousand-dollar van
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| No more
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| Countin’down the hours
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| No more
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| Wishin’you were here
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| I stopped believin',
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| Although Journey told me 'don't'
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| Before I call it a day,
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| The towers fell,
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| The World is stunned,
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| I wish I knew ya I was on a plane,
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| The world would never be the same
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| The artificial heart is born--
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| Ironic when New York’s is torn out
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| Woah-oah-oah-oah
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| Began in May,
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| On tour when I met ya Facebook joins the Internet,
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| Oldsmobile joins the cassette
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| I met your family
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| It took a while until you kissed me,
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| But when you did,
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| I finally felt at home
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| I stopped believin',
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| Although Journey told me 'don't'
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| Before I call it a day,
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| Maybe this’ll be my year
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| And all I know
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| Is everybody comes and goes
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| Everybody sings and cries,
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| Makes the grade and takes the prize
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| In somethin', nothin', I don’t care,
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| Because I always know that you’ll be here
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| With me |