Twenty Years - Placebo
There are twenty years to go,
And twenty ways to know,
Who will wear,
Who will wear the hat.
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There are twenty years to go,
The best of all I¡¯d hope,
Enjoy the ride, the medicine show.
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There are twenty years to go,
The faithful and the low,
The best of starts; the broken heart; the stone.
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There are twenty years to go,
The punch-drunk and the blow,
The worst of starts; the mercy part; the phone.
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Them¡¯s the breaks,
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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,
A golden age, I know,
But all the past will end too fast, you know.
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There are twenty years to go,
And many friends I¡¯d hope,
Though some may hold the rose, some hold the rope.
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That¡¯s the end and that¡¯s the start of it,
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That¡¯s the best and that¡¯s the test of it,
That¡¯s the doubt; doubt the trust in it,
That¡¯s the sight and that¡¯s the sound of it,
That¡¯s the gift, that¡¯s the trick in it.
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