| Rejoice in your naivete boy, cause it’s all gone for me
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| I know we lived on stupid dreams; |
| it was all we had you see
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| But when the balance totters there’s no time for starry eyes
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| Clear your thoughts to earn the good life and then I’ll call you wise
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| Now in the end I predict that you’ll be just like me
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| Cause only the foolish or the blind don’t want a new t. |
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| And you won’t want to haunt the thrift stores when you’re old and gray
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| You’d better earn a packet now for all those lonely days
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| I see the fire in your eyes and I wish you all the best
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| But if you want to stay in my world put all of the that to rest
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| There it is, I’ve said it, now the rest is up to you
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| Things were great when we were young; |
| now march with me, its through
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| If you could only see things my way, then you’d know I’m right!
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| I believe you can hold on and live life in ways you choose
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| Confusion and my desperation are far too dear to lose
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| If all of this meant nothing then you’ve wasted all that time
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| But I can’t un-tattoo my life, and that’s the bottom line
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| I’m not stupid and I know that everyone plays the game
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| But how far you go on prefab terms is where we’re not the same
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| Don’t want to live my life today for when I’m 65
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| If we all make it that far, dear god I’ll be surprised
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| Anyway the point is this: I too wish you the best
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| But when I walk down city streets I don’t feel like the rest
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| Don’t worry; |
| I won’t wave a red flag or march on the city square
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| Somewhere between revolution and you, you’ll find me there
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| If you could only see things my way, then you’d know I’m right! |