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And now... 2005! Sung to the tune of "The Song of the Major General."
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| Two thousand six, the dawning of another year of history. | |
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| Hopefully it won't bring last year's grueling wave of great misery. | |
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| Katrina kicked our sorry ass and Rita through the gulf sea pass. | |
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| An earthquake struck, Persians were fucked, Bush made a buck from oil with great revenue. | |
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| Valerie Plame, suffered the game, of Scooter Libby's awesome ride, in Paris there was violent waves of po-lit-i-cal homocide. | |
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| But still in matters temportal, unknown and shroud in mistery, Two thousand six is the dawning of another year of history! | |
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