| Teachers, parents and politicians
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| They ridicule my wild ambitions
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| They say, «settle down son, live decently
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| Or you’ll rot in jail before your 23!»
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| They don’t know their stuck in the past
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| Can’t stop me now 'cause I’m movin' too fast
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| Presidents, priests and old ladies too
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| They’ll swear on the Bible
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| What’s best for you
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| Atom bombs, Vietnam, missiles on the moon
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| And they wonder why their kids are shootin'
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| Drugs so soon
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| Young men fightin' for democracy
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| And sacrificed for mediocrity
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| I can’t stay in one place for too long a time
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| I get stone bored, I go outta my mind
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| I’m here and I’m there and doncha know I’m free
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| Gotta keep movin' baby, you and me
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| People wakin' up, but they’ve just begun
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| To realize what needs to be done
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| But as for me I keep movin' on
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| The future’s now, yesterday is gone
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| I never let nobody tell me what to do
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| And no matter what I’m gonna see things through |