| Someone told me that desire is the root of suffering,
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| but it got mad (???) so desire ain’t a thing.
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| I take your girl and I sweep her off her feet, yeah.
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| Sweep her off. |
| Sweep her off.
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| My father worked so that I didn’t have to do a single thing,
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| so let’s have some fun —
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| I’ll meet some girls and play some games.
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| Count to ten, can you count higher than me?
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| Yeah.
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| (That thing)
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| Drop droppin',
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| It keeps me jump jump jumpin' and I-
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| (That kid)
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| Drum drummin',
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| It makes me go-o-o-o-o.
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| Daddy, I don’t wanna grow up anyway,
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| Grown ups are all sad.
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| Doesn’t matter where I come from anyway,
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| I’ll grow up and get sad
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| Instead
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| I clap my hands on every beat.
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| Who would ever wanna grow up anyway?
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| I don’t, no we don’t, o-ooo
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| Someone told me that our happiness can come from deep inside.
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| Well, I bet he’s poor. |
| I bet he lives a shitty life.
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| 'Cause you know that don’t, that just don’t resonate with me.
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| Yeah.
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| My mother taught me that with help you can accomplish anything,
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| And then he taught me all the names of all the days.
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| I can say 'em fast. |
| Can you go as fast as me?
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| Yeah.
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| (That drain)
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| Drop droppin',
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| It keeps me jump jump jumpin' and I-
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| (That kid)
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| Drum drummin',
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| It makes me go-o-o-o-o.
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| Daddy, I don’t wanna grow up anyway,
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| Grown ups are all sad.
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| Doesn’t matter where I come from anyway,
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| I’ll grow up and get sad
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| Instead
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| I clap my hands on every beat.
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| Who would ever wanna grow up anyway?
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| I don’t, no we don’t, o-ooo
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| You, what would you do if you were me?
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| Raised in the pit of temptation and greed.
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| Daddy, I don’t wanna grow up anyway,
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| Grown ups are all sad.
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| Doesn’t matter where I come from anyway,
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| I’ll grow up and get sad
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| Instead
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| I clap my hands on every beat.
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| Who would ever wanna grow up anyway?
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| I don’t, no we don’t.
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| Daddy, I don’t wanna grow up anyway,
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| Grown ups are all sad.
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| Doesn’t matter where I come from anyway,
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| I’ll grow up and get sad
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| Instead
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| I clap my hands on every beat.
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| Who would ever wanna grow up anyway?
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| I don’t, no we don’t, o-ooo |