| The milk from mother’s breast
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| Gave you the start, that was best
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| Food on your face, your hair a mess
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| Flying colours, life’s little tests
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| Confident and strong, stickin' out your chest
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| The best to come, the worst a guess
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| Am I livin' a lie? |
| I ask me, myself, and I
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| 'Cause everybody knows, courage comes and goes
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| Brother, hold on for the next supply
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| To thine own self, be true
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| In this life it’s all up to you
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| You paddle your own canoe
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| You paddle your own canoe
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| Your own canoe!
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| Do, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
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| Your own canoe!
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| Do, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
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| Eddies and kicks, rapids turn six
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| Then you remiss, chances you missed
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| Wind hits your sails, start to prevail
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| Suddenly assailed, wind, rain and hail
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| You just hit your stride, bride by your side
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| It’s a smooth ride, systems collide
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| It’s your first real strife, pretty little life
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| Change overnight, real fuckin' fight
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| Times shuck and jive, odds spike and dive
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| Hornets now fully out of the hive
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| This too shall pass, ride it out on your raft
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| You just never know how long these things will last
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| Last, last, last, last
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| Am I livin' a lie? |
| I ask me myself and I
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| 'Cause everybody knows, courage comes and goes
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| Brother hold on for the next supply
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| I’m not gonna ride with you
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| Mister I ain’t following you
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| No matter what you say, promise or do
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| Talk until your face is blue
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| To thine own self, be true
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| In this life it’s all up to you
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| You paddle your own canoe
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| You paddle your own canoe
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| Your own canoe!
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| Do, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
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| Your own canoe!
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| Do, Do, Do, Do, Do, Do
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| I’m in the middle of a jungle man, I’m right in the throngs
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| All kinds of little animals yelling, telling me I’m wrong (you're wrong)
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| Okay maybe they’re right? |
| Nah, should say sorry to myself
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| Those itty-bitty fucks can’t fuck up my good mental health
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| The winds of change are so strong, man they need names
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| Like tornadoes, cyclones and hurricanes |