// I just wrote a song,... its called 22 if you like its a queens of the stone age vibe
Not gonna live till two thousand two hundred three
Not gonna be around to see the things you'll see
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Not gonna sit around | | |||| | | |||| Just gonna loot this town
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Not gonna wait at home and sing a song for you
I'm feelin blue and I'm alive right now, feelin 22
So forgive my soul, If I grow old
I wanna be with you but only if your (/when) twenty two
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She'll take a while to say the things she wants to say
Not gonna be around to see another day
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Lets pass another trial and
Find another way to misbehave
This numbers understood;
Counter re-arrange
We're not to blame
For all we've been through
Everything seems see through
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Find another pupil ...
See another stupid ...
Hide behind the stupid ...
Read another tablet ...
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Not gonna wait at home and sing a song for you
I'm feelin blue and I'm alive right now, feelin 22
So forgive my soul, If I grow old
I wanna be with you but only if your twenty two