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The first hundred years are the toughest On this bubble An open sky, flyin' high Take a bride, get some trouble The first one will do I'm just passing through The second one needs more I've been here before I've been here before I've been here before Springtime falls, summer calls You slip an' slide until you hit December Believe my eyes, they'll bleed you dry If I wasn't a genius, I'd lose my temper The first one will do I'm just passing through Second one needs more I've been here before I've been here before Wanna make me weak while you cry It's not such a thing as peace till you die Gotta go, I get high Gotta go, I get high Deceiver deceive us And I deceived them Carry my troubles home Married with the humble home The first hundred years are the toughest I'm gettin' smothered And life is just one bloody thing After another