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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 |
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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. |
