| I was sayin' let me outta here before I was even born,
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| It’s such a gamble when you get a face,
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| It’s fascinatin' to observe what the mirror does,
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| But when I dine it’s for the wall that I set a place.
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| I belong to the blank generation,
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| And I can take it or leave it each time.
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| I belong to the generation,
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| But I can take it or leave it each time.
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| Triangles were fallin' at the window as the doctor cursed,
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| He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye,
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| The nurse adjusted her garters as I breathed my first,
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| The doctor grabbed my throat and yelled, «God's consolation prize!»
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| I belong to the blank generation,
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| And I can take it or leave it each time.
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| I belong to the generation,
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| But I can take it or leave it each time.
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| To hold the TV to my lips, the air so packed with cash,
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| Then carry it up flights of stairs and drop it in the vacant lot,
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| To lose my train of thought and fall into your arms tracks,
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| And watch beneath the eyelids every passing dot
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| I belong to the blank generation,
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| And I can take it or leave it each time.
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| I belong to the generation,
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| But I can take it or leave it each time. |