| You’re eighteen and you’re old enough
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| Do what you wanna do
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| You’re eighteen and you’re old enough
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| Don’t have to listen to you
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| No you ain’t no child no more
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| Now you’re out there on your own
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| No you ain’t worthwhile nomore
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| Now you’re feeling all alone
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| Tell me do you feel
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| That what’s going on is real
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| Or what’s really going on
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| Simply make-believe?
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| You are what you are
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| You’re not me
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| I am what you think I am
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| And I’m all you’ll ever want me to be
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| Words just don’t come into this
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| Especially when there’s none
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| It’s like a river running backwards
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| It just goes on and on and on
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| Tell me do you feel
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| That what’s going on is real
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| Or what’s really going on
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| Simply make-believe?
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| Precious, so precious
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| Just like a stone thrown into the crowd
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| But there’s no-one there to catch us
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| No-one
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| It’s just games in your imagination
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| With some strange situations
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| Diamonds in a goldmine
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| Or the backstreets that make you feel fine
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| Tell me do you feel
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| That what’s going on is real
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| Or what’s really going on
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| Simply make-believe?
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| Precious, so precious |
| Just like a stone thrown into the crowd
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| But there’s no-one there to catch us
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| Precious, yeah
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| Are you precious now you’re older?
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| So precious
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| So precious
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| Are you precious now you’re older? |