| When I grow up to be a man
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| Like my father was when I was young
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| I hope I can make him so proud of me
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| Proud enough to call me his son
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| What makes these people so different now?
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| What makes these times so strange?
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| Seems most people got most everything they need
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| How come we see this change?
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| Our sons and daughters seem to be beyond our control
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| Their smile is fading fast, they’re losing their soul
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| When will we ever learn?
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| Yet I’m a believer
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| When I was a boy, did we have more respect?
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| This world seemed a nicer place to be
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| But time slowly passes, and one day you look around
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| You hardly recognize what you see
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| Our sons and daughters seem to be beyond our control
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| Their smile is fading fast, they’re losing their soul
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| When will we ever learn?
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| Yet I’m a believer
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| We’re all sons of our fathers
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| Sometimes I feel like mine
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| And I can hear him say the things I say
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| Seems all things come around in time
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| Why these things happen we’ll never know
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| Guess that was then and this is now
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| We always knew that change was gonna come
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| But I want to go back
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| Please tell me how
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| Our sons and daughters seem to be beyond our control
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| Their smile is fading fast, they’re losing their soul
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| When will we ever learn?
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| Yet I’m a believer |