| Your mother she protected you
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| And softened every blow
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| And brought you up to fear the worst
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| To be careful as you go And the learned educators
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| With drip-feed (thrifty?) facts to fill
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| You up to here with reason
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| Well-meaning overkill
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| If you find yourself a-growing
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| to be old before your time
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| Get off the endless corridor
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| Set your soul out on the line
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| Drive on the young side of life
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| When the pressure pains are building
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| And you’re forced to join the crush
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| In the race to mediocrity
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| So respectable and plush
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| And while the child within is raging
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| And threatens to break out
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| Get off the endless corridor
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| Make a timely turnabout
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| Drive on the young side of life. |