Don't put that thing too close to my head
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It took this long just to get ahead, he says
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He knows for sure, but that he can't decide
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Between his decency and this matter of pride
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So he's growing up on time, he's growing up in the middle...
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And it burns, and it burns, the sun burns
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Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?
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We've got the same ideas, we got the same old fears;
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Different colors sometimes, but hey, who cares?
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It's just years that shears our lives apart, like the
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Time you tried to teach your nephew to fart, he couldn't do it. PUSH!
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So he's growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...
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Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?
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I'm not the kind of person who would say it, if it wasn't the truth
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And then you go and tell a friend that her heart's on fire
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And it has no meaning.
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Now and only now I know the difference when you tell me
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There is no difference.
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So she's growing up on time, she's growing up in the middle...
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Now's the time to evaluate between the love you give
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And the love that you take.
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"It's not a matter of opinion, when it comes down to it,
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It's just a difference of opinion, that much I can take."
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So I'm growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...
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And it burns
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R N' R
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Faith No More |