| You’re in a tough place
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| moving day to day
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| where nothing stays the same
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| for any length of time
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| And you are so strong
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| I know the days get so long
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| anticipating right and wrong
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| and trying to choose a side
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| Welcome to the big world
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| welcome to your age
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| where everybody says
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| no one said this was easy
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| And baby its a big world
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| a revolution every day
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| but you can’t see what I can
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| the whole things in your hand
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| And oh the teenage blues
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| staring down at your shoes
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| we all have to learn to lose
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| to know how it feels
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| But in the after math
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| there is a definite path
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| just make sure you know the map
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| both hands on the wheel
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| Welcome to the big world
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| welcome to your age
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| where everybody says
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| no one said this was easy
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| And baby its a big world
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| a revolution every day
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| but you can’t see what I can
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| the whole things in your hand
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| (Guitar Solo)
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| Oh welcome to the big world
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| welcome to your age
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| where everybody says
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| no one says this was easy
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| Baby its a big world
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| a revolution every day
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| but you can’t see what I can
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| the whole things in your hand. |