twenty years
| There are twenty years to go |
| And twenty ways to know |
| Who will wear, |
| Who will wear the hat. |
| There are twenty years to go |
| The best of all I hope |
| Enjoy the ride, |
| The medicine show. |
| Them's the breaks |
| For we designer fake |
| We need to concentrate |
| On more than meets the eye. |
| There are twenty years to go |
| The faithful and the low, |
| The best of starts |
| The broken hearts, the stone. |
| There are twenty years to go |
| The punch-drunk and the blow, |
| The worst of starts |
| The mercy part, the foam. |
| Them's the breaks |
| For we designer fake |
| We need to concentrate |
| On more than meets the eye. |
| Them's the breaks |
| For we designer fake |
| But it's you I take |
| Because you're the truth not I... |
| There are twenty years to go |
| A golden age I know, |
| But all will pass |
| Will end too fast you know. |
| There are twenty years to go |
| And many friends I hope, |
| Though some may hold the rose, |
| Some hold the rope. |
| That's the end, |
| And that's the start of it |
| That's the whole, |
| And that's the part of it |
| That's the highs, |
| And that's the heart of it |
| That's the long, |
| And that's the short of it |
| That's the best, |
| And that's the test in it |
| That's the doubt, |
| The 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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