| These are the golden years
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| When people get what they want
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| And you can be one of them
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| 'Cause you’re old enough to burn
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| So you earn your star--you run from the pack
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| Sell the clothes from off of your back
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| And you’ll go far--you'll never look back
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| Your dreams can never die
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| Welcome to the facts of life
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| Life on the edge of town…
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| No one could get near you
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| But one day you call to them
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| When they find you where it hurts
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| You can fall so far you never come up
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| All you’ve got is never enough
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| And just one word can make it so tough
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| Your dreams were not so wise…
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| You’re runnin' through the facts of life
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| Oh you’re runnin' from the facts of life
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| Oh you’re runnin' from the facts of life
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| Oh you’re runnin' from the facts of life
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| Oh you’re runnin' from the facts of life
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| The first time I saw you
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| You were untouchable
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| You walked on the poet’s heels
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| No one could deny you
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| Now you’re lookin' for better things
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| Someone to get close to
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| A song everybody knows
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| …When you find out what it’s worth…
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| And you come so far you’ll never turn back
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| The stones they throw--they roll off your back
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| They make it hard--you like it like that
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| Your dreams will never die
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| When you go so far you’ll never turn back
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| The stones they throw--you throw 'em right back
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| They play so hard--you like it like that
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| Our dreams become our lives
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| No more runnin' from the facts of life
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| No more runnin' from the facts of life
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| No more runnin' from the facts of life
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| No more runnin'…
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| No more runnin'…
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| No more runnin' from the facts of life |