| He says, «You're awful young for 21
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| You’ve got some work to do
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| Bite your pencil harder than
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| You were planning to»
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| «You daydream slow, you sleep too quick
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| You need a sharper view
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| There’s much more out there than someone
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| Who’s lying next to you»
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| He said, «You're capable of so much more
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| Than these people give you credit for
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| And you just need to show it»
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| Growing up was not an easy movement for me
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| You nudge and nudge
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| You push and shove
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| And I might still stay asleep
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| And it’s a struggle to think on my feet
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| I fear the harsh regard
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| But friend, if you’d encourage me
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| I know I’d make it far
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| You said I’m capable of so much more
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| Than these people give me credit for
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| And I just need to show it
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| And my anger surrounds me
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| Like a coat when I shiver
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| I let it surround me with
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| These thoughts often so bitter
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| But friend, if you’d help me
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| I think I’d make it through this winter
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| You said I’m capable of so much more
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| Than these people give me credit for
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| And I just need to show it
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| Oh, I’m capable of so much more
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| Than you people give me credit for
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| And I just need to show it |