| Coming of age ain’t about what you do
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| It’s giving in to what’s predefined
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| When you trade all your dreams for compromise
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| It is never what you have in mind
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| One shot of happy, two shots of sad
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| That’s how our lives are aligned
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| The path that you chose has got highs has got lows
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| But it’s never what you have in mind
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| I must say that I still wonder why it disappears
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| Must say that I still wonder why
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| The years keep tumbling by
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| Coming of age ain’t about who you meet
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| It’s about the people who leave you behind
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| Your brothers, your parents, your lovers, your friends
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| It is never what you have in mind
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| One shot of happy, two shots of sad
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| We know we might run out of time
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| But when it comes to living, dying is the easy part
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| Not exactly what you had in mind
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| I really doubt that I’ll find out why it disappears
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| I really doubt that I’ll find out
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| What these years are all about
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| You might ask if these thoughts that I just summed up
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| Are of any importance to you
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| Maybe not but when things don’t turn out like you planned
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| It helps to know that they never do
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| Besides, if each shot of happy
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| Comes with only two shots of sad
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| Then coming of age is not so bad
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| Then coming of age is not so bad
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| Then coming of age is not so bad |