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I do whatever it is I wanna do. |
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You can't tell me. |
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You're not my mommy. |
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Don't even try to be. |
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Back off now. |
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The real world's cruel. |
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I'm sending you back to school. |
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My counselor |
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She says I gotta grow up now. |
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(Whatever that means.) |
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Oh what am I gonna be |
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When I grow up? |
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Will I recognize me? |
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The Seed sprouts + it grows all by |
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All by itself. |
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But how we don't know. |
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Got a show coming |
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Up at the Rocking Stone, so be there. |
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Been known to judge |
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Back when it was cool to be sloppy at school. |
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It's easier |
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To ask forgiveness than permission, dear. |
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Our parents they |
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Never had time for no friends. |
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And my social life's gone |
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And I'm mowing my lawn. |
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When I should be up on that stage |
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With the glitz + my rage. |
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Oh what am I gonna be |
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When I grow up? |
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Will I recognize me? |
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The Seed sprouts + it grows all by |
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All by itself. |
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But how we don't know. |
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Unless I become like a little child |
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I will never act like the son that has won. |
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And the child grew and became strong |
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Agreements made |
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The trumpets sounding off and on. |
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Remove every branch |
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With no fruit in its hands. |
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Then prune all the rest. |
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Give me the best. Please? |
