Middle of July, nineteen-eighty-two Standing on a corner with nothing much to do Talking with Cecilia in nineteen-eighty-five Glad to still be breathing, glad to be alive Where's all the time, nineteen-ninety-one Change on the dresser, bed is still undone What's a weary man to do in nineteen-ninety-four Hear the front bell ringing but no one's at the door Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah Who's gonna know when all is said and done That a boy was born to Rita in nineteen-sixty-one And lived a hundred years by nineteen-ninety-six Who's ever gonna notice that it all came down to this Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah
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