| When I was a kid, I made a book
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| Planning out how my future would look
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| I drew in pictures of houses with views
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| Two swings in the backyard, one pink and one blue
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| Now that I’m older I wish I could see
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| A world where that still made sense to me
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| 'Cause if my future kids end up like me
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| They won’t get to sleep earlier than three
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| They’ll be thinking 'bout how they can be
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| Better than they are, taking it too far
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| Trying to change the things I love the most about them
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| And I don’t think I could ever stand to see that happen, no
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| I was too young when I picked out their names
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| And wrote them at the top of every page
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| 'Cause I don’t know I would grow up to hate
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| The way that I look in my size and my shape
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| I wish I could make sure that they never see
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| Themselves in the same way that I see me
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| 'Cause if my future kids end up like me
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| They won’t get to sleep earlier than three
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| They’ll be thinking 'bout how they can be
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| Better than they are, taking it too far
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| Trying to change the things I love the most about them
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| And I don’t think I could ever stand to see that happen, no
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| I’ll keep the book in a safe place
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| 'Cause I’m not quite ready to throw it away
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| 'Cause if my future kids end up like me
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| They won’t get to sleep earlier than three
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| They’ll be thinking 'bout how they can be
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| Better than they are, taking it too far
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| Trying to change the things I love the most about them
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| And I don’t think I could ever stand to see that happen, no |