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Capo 1st fret

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Intro

 The years are going by so fast it really is bewilderin'

 And we'll be so-called "grown ups" and have mortgages and children

 I hope we all gain worldliness, and wisdom, and maturity

 But I hope most of all that MySpace falls into obscurity

 I hope our profiles all go dead, entombed in distant servers

 A monument of your youth, although lacking its observers

 Your page will be an empty shell, when no one is behind it

 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

 I hope it slips completely from your mind

 And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find

 And I hope that it embarrasses your children

 I hope their bratty friends all forward it around

 And I hope that you forget your password

 So you cannot take it down

 If your kids think you vaguely square, it will be so much clearer

 When they laugh at the pictures you took in your bathroom mirror

 And all the bands you listen to, your kids will be exposin'

 "Who is this Soulja Boy you reference, who's 'Uh Oh Explosion'?"

 They'll marvel at how old you are, they'll "rofl" at your outfits

 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

 These comments date all the way back to 2008."

 I hope they dig through your pictures

 And find some we might call compromising

 I hope that seeing young Mom in a swimsuit

 Or smoking a hookah isn't too traumatizing

 But it will be past their comprehension

 They'll ask "Did Grandpa not give you enough attention?"

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 They might poke at your top 8 friends, read your comments at the most

 I only wish that they could see the inane bulletins you post