| Mother likes my eyes of wonder
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| She tells me that they wander all the whole day through
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| But lately you say my eyes are faded
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| How’d I get so jaded at only 22
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| Who cares what I’ve done
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| Who cares the songs I’ve sung
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| I’ll abandon it, I’m young
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| Who cares where I’m from
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| Who cares my clothes are torn
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| I’ll abandon it, I’m young
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| Burning our youth to be discerning
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| Kicking rocks and learning ignorance is bliss
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| Stumble, get lost in our jungle
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| We don’t have to crumble, we can still be fixed
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| Who cares the words I’ve slung
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| Who cares the road I’ve run
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| I’ll abandon it, I’m young
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| Smoke from the starting gun
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| Is filling up my lungs
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| I’ll abandon it, I’m young
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| Young
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| Young
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| Oh, we’ve got the world at our feet
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| Let’s kick it
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| Oh, we’ve got the world at our feet
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| It’s time for us to kick the dust, oh, oh
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| It’s time to let the old days
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| It’s time to let the old days rust
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| Who cares the hearts we’ve stung
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| Who cares the webs we’ve spun
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| I’ll abandon it, I’m young
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| Though I stumble every rung
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| I’m on the ladder to see the sun
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| I’ll abandon it, I’m young
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| Young
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| Young |