Intro
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The years are going by so fast it really is bewilderin'
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And we'll be so-called grown ups and have mortgages and children
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I hope we all gain worldliness and wisdom and maturity
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But I hope most of all that MySpace falls into obscurity
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I hope our profiles all go dead entombed in distant servers
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A monument of your youth although lacking its observers
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Your page will be an empty shell when no one is behind it
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I hope your MySpace stays forever - and I hope that your kids find it
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How I hope that you forget about your MySpace
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I hope it slips completely from your mind
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And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find
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And I hope that it embarrasses your children
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I hope their bratty friends all forward it around
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And I hope that you forget your password
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So you cannot take it down
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If your kids think you vaguely square it will be so much clearer
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When they laugh at the pictures you took in your bathroom mirror
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And all the bands you listen to your kids will be exposin'
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Who is this Soulja Boy you reference who's 'Uh Oh Explosion'
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They'll marvel at how old you are they'll rofl at your outfits
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Your style may pass as vintage in the future - but I doubt it
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I hope your cynical kids say Holy crap this is great
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These comments date all the way back to
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I hope they dig through your pictures
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And find some we might call compromising
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I hope that seeing young Mom in a swimsuit
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Or smoking a hookah isn't too traumatizing
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But it will be past their comprehension
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They'll ask Did Grandpa not give you enough attention
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They might poke at your top friends read your comments at the most
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I only wish that they could see the inane bulletins you post