| There was a man who lived alone
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| He’d sit and think, «Will I find anyone?»
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| He said «Please, please
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| I’ll do anything, anything.»
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| There was a boy who didn’t know
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| What he would be when he was old
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| He said «Please, please
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| I’ll do anything
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| Please, please
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| I’ll be anything, anything.»
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| Well, little boy, you have to understand
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| You’re not the only one
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| Who’s feeling anxious toward the bullshit
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| That’s attached to growing up
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| And all those things you learned along the way
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| Were nothing compared to the things that stayed
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| In your heart since the day you were born
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| And tell the man not to worry, it doesn’t matter when you die
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| It’ll always be the longest that you’ve ever been alive
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| And for that, you should be grateful
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| Yeah for that, you should be scared
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| And for that, you should find at least one excuse to fight your fears
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| 'Cause if not, you’ve already died
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| Believe me when I say I know exactly what that’s like |