| I don't want to complain from ear to ear
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| See if who is ahead of me moves away
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| Deny the reflection I leave in my mirror
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| Nor lodge the rancor between eyebrows.
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| I don't want to keep so many secrets
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| Nor to be confronted in a grotesque painting
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| Like the Montagues and the Capulets
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| I don't want to be obsolete at your age.
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| Neither lose vigor, nor say without rigor
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| That all past time was always better
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| Or get to my house obfuscated and annoying
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| I don't want to be tired of wearing myself.
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| And though this truth may hurt,
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| I have to say it, without indulging.
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| But if I offend, I apologize
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| When I grow up, I don't want to be like you.
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| I don't want to make your same mistakes
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| Nor believe that they are all scammers
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| I don't want to handle your same values
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| Nor that each day is the same as the previous ones.
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| I don't want to not be able to control my anger
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| Nor carry that sadness in the eyes
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| Wet and red, withered and loose
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| I do not want myself to be my spoils.
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| Nor vehemently blaming others
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| Of what is my responsibility and responsibility
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| Nor that I give myself to try some idiocy
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| What I couldn't do when I was 23.
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| And though this truth may hurt,
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| I have to say it, without indulging.
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| But if I offend, I apologize
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| When I grow up, I don't want to be like you.
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| I don't want anything to give me pleasure
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| Not even when the pain touches me does it evoke yesterday
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| Or look at old photos and start crying
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| Or they name someone and start shaking.
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| I don't want to lead that battered life
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| With suspicions of fraud and the illusion discarded
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| Nor throw plagues believing me to be Apollo
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| Nor does it bother me on a date to be alone.
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| And although this lends itself to misunderstanding
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| I don't want you to think it's just to criticize
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| And I hope it's just a statement
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| Because I don't even know if I want you to want to be like me.
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| And though this truth may hurt,
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| I have to say it, without indulging.
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| But if I offend, I apologize
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| When I grow up, I don't want to be like you.
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| And although this truth (I don't want to be like you)
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| can hurt,
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| I have to say it, (I don't want to be like you),
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| without pleasing
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| But if I offend, (I don't want to be like you)
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| I apologize.
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| When I grow up… |