| I don’t want to be second best
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| Don’t want to stand in line
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| Don’t want to fall behind
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| Don’t want to get caught out
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| Don’t want to do without
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| And the lesson I must learn
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| Is that I’ve got to wait my turn
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| Looks like I got to be hot and cold
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| I got to be taught and told
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| Got to be good as gold
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| But perfectly honest
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| I think it would be good for me Coz it’s a hindrance to my health
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| I’m a stranger to myself
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| Miniature disasters and minor catastrophoes
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| Bring me to my knees
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| Well I must be my own master
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| Or a miniature disaster will be It will be the death of me
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| I don’t have to raise my voice
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| Don’t have to be underhand
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| Just got to understand
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| That it’s gonna be up and down
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| It’s gonna be lost and found
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| And I can’t take to the sky
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| Before I like it on the ground
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| And i need to be patient
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| And i need to be brave
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| Need to discover
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| How i need to behave
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| And I’ll find out the answers
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| When i know what to ask
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| But i speak a different language
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| And everybody’s speaking too fast
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| Miniature disasters and minor catastrophoes
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| Bring me to my knees
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| Well I must be my own master
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| I’ve got to run a little faster
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| I need to know I’ll last if a little
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| Miniature disaster hits me It could be the death of me |