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100 Years
I'm fifteen for a moment
No Super Bowl between 10 and 20
And I'm dreaming
Counting the ways that real teams do
I'm twenty two for a moment
Draftin' better than ever
And we're on fire
Makin our way back from the bars
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to love the JEST and time to lose
Fifteen, there's never been a curse as sick as this
When you've only got one hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still a fan, but it's getting old
New fans in the fold,
My family's buying in
I'm forty five for a moment
My hopes are high
but it's another yearly crisis
Wasting the years of my life
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to cry, time to lose (again)
wait for a morning star
Fifteen, I'm alright with you
Fifteen, there's never been a curse as sick as this
When you only got one hundred years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another ring for the other guy
Sixty seven is gone
The score is getting high
The Pats are on to (your team here)
I'm ninety nine for a moment
Dying for just another New York moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where the Pats are
Fifteen there's still time for you
Twenty two, you've got time to get out too
Thirty three, question your reality
Every day's a new day
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to buy gear, time to choose
Hey fifteen, lose the wish, get a flying Elvis,
You only got one hundred years to live.
I'm fifteen for a moment
No Super Bowl between 10 and 20
And I'm dreaming
Counting the ways that real teams do
I'm twenty two for a moment
Draftin' better than ever
And we're on fire
Makin our way back from the bars
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to love the JEST and time to lose
Fifteen, there's never been a curse as sick as this
When you've only got one hundred years to live
I'm thirty three for a moment
Still a fan, but it's getting old
New fans in the fold,
My family's buying in
I'm forty five for a moment
My hopes are high
but it's another yearly crisis
Wasting the years of my life
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to cry, time to lose (again)
wait for a morning star
Fifteen, I'm alright with you
Fifteen, there's never been a curse as sick as this
When you only got one hundred years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another ring for the other guy
Sixty seven is gone
The score is getting high
The Pats are on to (your team here)
I'm ninety nine for a moment
Dying for just another New York moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where the Pats are
Fifteen there's still time for you
Twenty two, you've got time to get out too
Thirty three, question your reality
Every day's a new day
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to buy gear, time to choose
Hey fifteen, lose the wish, get a flying Elvis,
You only got one hundred years to live.












