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Turn Of The Century
Born broke in a scent
Yellow smoke from a cigarette
Worst part isn't over yet
Eyes glued on an accident
Handed down a tarnished crown
Handed down your broken crown
Keep quite don't make a sound
Hold your tongue don't make a sound
Said I saw it with my own two eyes
Said I saw it with my own two eyes
The kind of love that'll cut you down to size
The kind a boy didn't realize
Momma grew up to be a faker
Daddy grew up to be a taker
Never saw it in your morning paper
It was news to me
At the turn of the century I was dancing with my misery
And I held her up for all to see
At the quarter of a century I'm flirting with my destiny
And she brings me down to my knees
Handed down a tarnished crown
Handed down your broken crown
Keep quiet don't make a sound
Hold your tongue I said shhhhhhhhh
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Said I saw it with my own two eyes
Said I saw it with my own two eyes
The kind of love will cut you down to size
The kind a boy didn't realize
Momma grew up to be a faker
Daddy grew up to be a taker
Never saw it in your morning paper
It was news to me
At the turn of the century I was dancing with my misery
And I held her up for all to see
At the quarter of a century I'm flirting with my destiny
And she brings me down to my knees
At the turn of the century I was dancing with my misery
And she'd pirouette for all to see
At the quarter of a century I'm flirting with my destiny
And she brings me down to my knees
At the turn of the century there wasn't much left for me
And I found it hard to see
At the quarter of a century there's still so much left in me
And I need you, need you
To believe!
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