There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I hope.
Enjoy the ride, the medicine show.
And thems the breaks for we designer fakes.
We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye.
There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low.
The best of starts, the broken heart, the stone.
There are twenty years the go,
The punch drunk and the blow.
The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone
A golden age I know.
But all will pass, will end to fast, you know.
There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I hope.
Though some may hold the rose some hold the rope.
You're the truth not I.
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