| Don’t put that thing too close to my head
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| It took this long just to get ahead, he says
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| He knows for sure, but that he can’t decide
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| Between his decency and this matter of pride
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| So he’s growing up on time, he’s growing up in the middle…
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| And it burns, and it burns, the sun burns
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| Oh, now I can really feel it. |
| How could you ever stand it?
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| We’ve got the same ideas, we got the same old fears;
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| Different colors sometimes, but hey, who cares?
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| It’s just years that shears our lives apart, like the
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| Time you tried to teach your nephew to fart, he couldn’t do it. |
| Push!
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| So he’s growing up on time, I’m growing up in the middle…
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| Oh, now I can really feel it. |
| How could you ever stand it?
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| I’m not the kind of person who would say it, if it wasn’t the truth
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| And then you go and tell a friend that her heart’s on fire
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| And it has no meaning
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| Now and only now I know the difference when you tell me
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| There is no difference
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| So she’s growing up on time, she’s growing up in the middle…
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| Now’s the time to evaluate between the love you give
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| And the love that you take
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| «It's not a matter of opinion, when it comes down to it
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| It’s just a difference of opinion, that much I can take. |
| «So I’m growing up on time, I’m growing up in the middle…
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| And it burns |