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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