It’s a twenty/twenty world of plenty
so what you moaning for?
you’re getting everything you’d ever want
and who could ask for more?
my vision grows quite dim and any chance there
ever was, of me getting some of anything
is growing awfully slim.
In a twenty/twenty when there’s plenty
some get more than their fair share
I get none
but I don’t care.
You’ll find me at the bring and buy
where I buy some,bring some
find some,win some
but in a twenty/twenty of lots of plenty where life tramples me and I feel empty
I go gently
into the night.
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