| I’m writing 'young and gifted' in my autobiography
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| I figure who would know better than me?
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| I’m certainly the former
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| But I’m not so much the latter
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| But no-one's gonna read it
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| So I’m sure it doesn’t matter
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| When you find that you’re the former
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| Take pride in how you form
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| And when you find that you’re the latter
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| Don’t let those people walk under you
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| I’m writing 'sharp and adult' with my finger on the steam
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| On the mirror in my bathroom
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| And I’m applying shaving cream
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| Which could suggest that I’m the foamer
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| But how can I be the lather?
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| And something tells me it’s the opposite I’d rather
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| When you find that you’re the foamer
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| Be careful what you foam
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| And when you find that you’re the lather
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| Don’t shave too high, you’ll regret it later
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| La la la la la
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| La la la la la la
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| La laaa laaaa la la la
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| La la la la
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| I stayed in school this long but still no-one will tell me why
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| They figured 'who would know better than I?'
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| I know I’m a conformer, but I’m sure it doesn’t matter
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| My new friends are all adults
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| And my old friends all have scattered
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| When you find that you’re a conformer
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| Take pride and swallow whole
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| But if you’re trying to climb the ladder
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| Don’t let people walk over you
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| Because that’s just what they’ll do
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| And don’t let people walk over you
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| Because that’s just what they’ll do |