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After years of expensive education,
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A car full of books and anticipation
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I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot
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But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought
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Maybe I'll go travelling for a year
Finding myself, or start a career
Could work the poor, though I'm hungry for fame
We all seem so different but we're just the same
Maybe I'll go to the gym, so I don't get fat
Aren't things more easy, with a tight six pack
Who knows the answers, who do you trust
I can't even seperate love from lust
Maybe I'll move back home and pay off my loans
Working nine to five, answering phones
But don't make me live for Friday nights
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights
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I don't want to get up, just let me lie in
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Leave me alone, I'm a twentysomething
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Maybe I'll just fall in love
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That could solve it all
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Philosophers say that that's enough
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There surely must be more
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Love ain't the answer, nor is work
The truth elludes me so much it hurts
But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key
I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep being me