| Don’t worry ma’am your child’s going to be just fine
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| Nothing more than a bruise and a scratch — but you know that happens all the
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| time
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| Just like he’s got to fall to find he can — take it in his stride, he can
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| Navigate his way through and that’s little more than a chink in the armour
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| Maybe he can be a mini-Hurricane Carter
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| Will he withstand yet more tribulations than his own father?
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| Nowadays hearts are rigid — a symptom of the world weary
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| The more information that the eyes get to see the more they get bleary
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| Our children will inherit all this and they’ll say it’s not fair
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| What we gotta deal with, don’t forget that it’s your burden that we bear
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| This magnificent constant systematic disrepair
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| Is one trait that every single generation must share
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| And the oldies can keep their fond memories of the good old days
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| But, at the core of it, well — maybe nothing’s changed
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| These times have gotten pretty dark but the sky didn’t fall in
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| At least that where we’re at now hope a little luck calls him
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| Oblivious to his resilience let alone ceiling
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| He knows as well as anyone he is one in 5 billion
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| For your offspring’s health it’s worth all those tears
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| But I really think you can let go of that fear
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| I remember the good old days, no doubt it was a bigger place
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| It’s a complicated rat race, it was simpler in my day
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| Yes burdens vary, and it’s wise to be wary
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| Keep your perspective, simple pleasures aren’t for sale
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| Now the future seems a fine thing — so bright that it is blinding
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| It can seem your destiny’s so tight that it is binding
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| But put these new eyes in, kid, and see the world unwinding
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| Take the time to see the sights in — yo — there’s nothing to be frightened of
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| 'Cos night will follow day again and life is still the main event
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| Explain it — educate ya — it’s mostly what you make of it
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| You’re a first world resident — you’re starting way ahead of them
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| You could rival Edison or invent a new medicine
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| Some parts of the past are fashionable — irrational
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| We focus on the contrast — less attention to the actual
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| What is right in front of us — it’s not like there’s no facts at all
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| One thing that this generation has never seen — and that’s a war
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| They’re clamping down for sure — yo — but it’s still your stamping ground
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| Don’t let them say it’s all be done — there’s still all that’s not been found
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| The dance doesn’t end just because they play the champion sound
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| There’s bound to be a way to blaze a trail up in this fancy town
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| Ideas are like hand-me-downs — and the memories get faded
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| So watch for the nay-sayers — and the raining-on-paraders
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| It may not be brave but it sure is new — same they gave us
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| So dazzle them as a way of repaying the favour |