| Take your first look around
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| And see the world you’re coming into
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| Ah, have a good cry
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| I sympathize with you
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| Ah, forever gone is your serenity
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| For the fleeing fawn
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| There’s no sacred tree
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| They’ll try to make
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| Hypocrisy of your heredity
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| So choose your views
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| Most carefully
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| The future’s hope is on
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| What you turn out to be
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| Child of our times
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| Child of our times
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| Product of our society
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| What will you grow up to respect?
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| Tell me what will you
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| Grow up to protect?
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| In your burning, turning mind
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| You are your own worst enemy
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| Every minute you’re alive
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| You’re that much closer to death
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| So try to make the most of
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| Each precious breath
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| Ah, don’t wave banners
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| You don’t believe parasite
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| You’ll have to discover
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| Your own wrong and right
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| Just color your perspectives
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| Black and white
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| They’ll label you weird
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| But that’s all right
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| They’ll thank you in the end
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| After they’ve seen the light
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| Child of our times
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| Child of our times
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| Product of our society
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| What will you grow up to respect?
|
| Tell me what will you
|
| Grow up to protect?
|
| In your burning, turning mind
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| You are your own worst enemy
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| Ah, the heroes of the past
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| Were all good guys
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| But the leaders of the next war
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| No one will memorize
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| Only the orphan child
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| Will sound the cries
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| Of a mistake that could
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| Never be rectified
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| I’m telling you now
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| 'Cause you can stop it if you try
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| Child of our times
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| Child of our times
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| Product of our society
|
| What will you grow up to respect?
|
| Tell me what will you
|
| Grow up to protect?
|
| In your burning, turning mind
|
| You are your own worst enemy
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| Child of our times |