| After years of expensive education
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| A car full of books and anticipation
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| I’m an expert on Shakespeare and that’s a hell of a lot
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| But the world don’t need scholars as much as I thought
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| Maybe I’ll go traveling for a year
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| Finding myself, or start a career
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| Could work the poor, though I’m hungry for fame
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| We all seem so different but we’re just the same
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| Maybe I’ll go to the gym, so I don’t get fat
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| Aren’t things more easy, with a tight six pack
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| Who knows the answers, who do you trust
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| I can’t even separate love from lust
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| Maybe I’ll move back home and pay off my loans
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| Working nine to five, answering phones
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| But don’t make me live for Friday nights
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| Drinking eight pints and getting in fights
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| Maybe I’ll just fall in love
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| That could solve it all
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| Philosophers say that that’s enough
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| There surely must be more
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| Love ain’t the answer, nor is work
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| The truth eludes me so much it hurts
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| But I’m still having fun and I guess that’s the key
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| I’m a twentysomething and I’ll keep being me |