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Nothing's really different now that you are 21 |
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You're still a human being and you're still your mother's son |
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And father's pride, And though you've tried, |
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You're still the same inside. |
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Warm heart, and lovely face, and you're quite good at drawing. |
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And think about it, you're not really very old. |
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People three times your age are starting to go bald, |
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And you can run and jump and skip before you get a dodgy hip, |
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And we will stand by you exploiting all your skills at drawing. |
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Oh stephen frizzle, Oh for shizzle, you are closer to your death |
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But you're no further from life. |
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And when one day, you pass away, |
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We'll fondly think of you and say |
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"surprisingly few things rhyme with life." |
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So you are 21, I hope it's lots of fun. |
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Just think of all the things that you had never done |
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While you were twenty, don't be blue, |
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Because they're all ahead of you, |
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And if you ask us what to do, well we won't know the answer, |
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Oh stephen frizzle, Oh for shizzle, you are closer to your death |
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But you're no further from life. |
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And when one day, you pass away, |
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We'll fondly think of you and say |
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"surprisingly few things rhyme with life." |
