I'll never see the turn of the century
Born after the last one, I'll be gone before the next
Will my grandkids get to see it?
Will they party like it's 1999?
It shouldn't matter to me. A year like any other, it's significance is merely human-made
But it strikes me as important, makes me feel like a dot on a timeline

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Like a comet passing once every hundred years
Just out of reach, just out of reach
Because of circumstances out of my control there are just some things I'll never see
And it takes everything in me not to let it kill me

Have you ever seen those coloured in photographs?
People from the old days looking just like us
Are their grandkids ever shocked by all the changes in the world they must have passed by?
I wait patiently for the present to be the past
Years like any other, "times change but people don't" we always say
But it strikes me as important how we're here and gone in such short time

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