Lyrics:

Terry hall :The first hundred years are the toughestOn this bubbleAn open sky, flying highTake a bride, get some tr
oubleTricky :The first one will doIm just passing throughThe second one needs moreIve been here beforeIve been here befo
reIve been here beforeTerry hall :Springtime falls, summer callsYou slip and slide until you hit decemberBelieve my eyes,
theyll bleed you dryIf I wasnt a geniusId lose my temperTricky :The first one will doJust passing throughThe second one
needs moreIve been here beforeIve been here beforeWanna make me weak while you cryIts not such a thing,because still you d
ieGotta go I get highGotta go I get highDeceiver deceived usAnd I deceived themCarry my troubles homeMarried with the hum
ble homeTerry hall :The first hundred years are the toughestOn getting smotheredLife is just one bloody thingAfter anothe
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