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I was born on a leap year Right before the Millenium A family of five in Mexico were stabbed Six days before I arrived And in the same month (But half the days) That Rusty won the first NASCAR race In Japan Call me a Scorpio, I don't mind I was born in the year of the rat And the zodiac says that fire's my element But I always liked my time spent in water Pearl is to the ancients What Topaz is today Though neither value much To the people on the Boeing 747 Or the Ilyushin Il-76 cargo plane That killed 349 people With the force of their collision When you look up the day That I came to be known As another member of the living They'll tell you all about the fatal, terrible crash That I was too young to remember or even witness Being born in the '90's earns me No extra respect No reverent awe No special treatment I was born too late for the long-haired peace Disco and drugs A John Hughes-like high school And only my parents got away with Sweat pants and leg warmers Or turtleneck sweaters I am just another 96 baby But they don't make them like us Anymore
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
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I was born on a leap year Right before the Millenium A family of five in Mexico were stabbed Six days before I arrived And in the same month (But half the days) That Rusty won the first NASCAR race In Japan Call me a Scorpio, I don't mind I was born in the year of the rat And the zodiac says that fire's my element But I always liked my time spent in water Pearl is to the ancients What Topaz is today Though neither value much To the people on the Boeing 747 Or the Ilyushin Il-76 cargo plane That killed 349 people With the force of their collision When you look up the day That I came to be known As another member of the living They'll tell you all about the fatal, terrible crash That I was too young to remember or even witness Being born in the '90's earns me No extra respect No reverent awe No special treatment I was born too late for the long-haired peace Disco and drugs A John Hughes-like high school And only my parents got away with Sweat pants and leg warmers Or turtleneck sweaters I am just another 96 baby But they don't make them like us Anymore
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Aug 28, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
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