| I really must stop always being the child
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| Chasing his youth his heart, nose to the wind
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| I really must cure my tender nostalgia
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| Bury deep my stars beneath the veil of night
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| I must postpone my Spanish ch鈚eau
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| Dreams that befuddle like an old wine
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| I must also give up those sunny states
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| To become a man
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| And when that day comes
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| You will forgive me, you won’t be surprised
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| When I show my teeth, when I show my bite
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| Then I will be a man
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| And I will stand tall
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| I really must share my classes with others
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| So my youth can pass at last, so I forget
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| I really must scrape my nails on my heart
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| That my life hardens with sorrow and pain
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| I must upset my guardian angels
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| Who soothed me too much
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| And when that day comes
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| You won’t be annoyed
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| If I scratch a bit, if I practice being… so savage!
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| You will forgive me, you won’t be surprised
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| When I show my teeth, when I show my bite
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| Then I will be a man
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| And I will stand tall
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| And you will be prepared to find before you
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| Someone who’s like you, a wolf among the wolves
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| Then I will be a man
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| And I will stand tall
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| And you will be prepared to find before you
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| Someone who’s like you, I’ll be a wolf among the wolves
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| Then I will be a man
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| And I will stand tall
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| Then I will be a man
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| And I will stand tall |