| Do you need a reason
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| We should commit treason
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| And bring into this world a son
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| And leave the valleys of the young
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| Valleys of the young
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| Valleys of brunch and tedium
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| Well, your friends will become strange to you
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| Just as you will become strange to them
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| You’ll live across a great divide
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| And the problems that seem like luxuries
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| They’re off getting stoned and hugging trees
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| All the things you’ll be forsaking
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| Still our hearts are constantly breaking
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| From their cradle to our grave
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| Is it selfish, or is it brave?
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| Nana nanananana
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| Nananana
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| Nananana nanana
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| Do you need a reason we’ve
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| Been making our two become three
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| And believe in this holy valley
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| Land of brunch and misery
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| I’m living on
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| The valleys of the young
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| Now you’re going on 64
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| Driving down 65, to the hospital
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| To see if your adult son will survive or not
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| After taking those pills in the parking lot
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| You know the one behind the Marriott
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| This is a dream you won’t be waking
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| Still our hearts are constantly breaking
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| From their cradle to our grave
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| Is it selfish, is it brave?
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| From their cradle to our grave
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| Is it selfish or is it brave? |