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I'm aging from the inside out |
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Raging against the lightning of the day |
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And every turn of the opposing sun |
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Takes my childhood farther away |
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I'm five and I look down |
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Into the cracks between the pavement |
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A fearful future rises up to grab me by the throat |
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And everything I do will be understood |
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When I make it to adulthood |
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So here come the future |
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Grinning and winking |
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With his echoing promises stretching over the wrecked hills |
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Like shrink-wrapped bright kiddy-coloured pylons |
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When does your own skin betray you? |
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I'm amazed at the world |
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When did they change the pavements |
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And make all the cracks disappear? |
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Let invisible cables |
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Carry more calculated fears |
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To your future designer makeover desires |
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Get your Forsyte Saga DVD's, electric tea-dances |
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Your-to-own-touch-of-a-button-comfort-of-your-own-home |
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It's time for you to own up |
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Responsibility, mortgage, 2 kids |
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You should be a grown-up by now |
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Maturity! - The game show for all the family |
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Where the questions are always the same |
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But no one remembers the answers |
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I'm five and I look down |
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Into the cracks between the pavement |
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A fearful future rises up to grab me by the throat |
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And everything I do will be understood |
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When I make it to adulthood |
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So shall I fall from the climbing-frame |
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And break my teeth on the hard, hard ground? |
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Or shall I never show hurt |
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But lose all dignity and blame heaven |
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My temple vandalised by time? |
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I'm five and I look down |
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Into the cracks between the pavement |
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A fearful future rises up to grab me by the throat |
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And everything I do will be understood |
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When I make it to adulthood |
