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6/9/05

Twenty-One

I'm twenty-one, it's too late to jump the gun
the time has come to get up and run
but I'd still much rather have some fun
cause my living's not done, I'm only twenty-one

sweet sixteen was so obscene
the boys from the team made the neighbors scream
while girls in blue jeans, entered our dreams
and fueled the steam of a sweet sixteen

eighteen years brought countless tears
as we yelled cheers to forbidden beers
the volunteers who faced their fears
shot their peers, of eighteen years

now I'm twenty-one, and it's too late to jump the gun
the time has come to get up and run
but I'd still much rather have some fun
cause my living's not done, I'm only twenty-one