The world is not a happy place,
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The people in it aren¡¯t all nice,
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There¡¯s danger looking everywhere
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And there are snakes in paradise.
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You have to work it out, somehow,
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Throughout giving you advice,
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Don¡¯t listen to a word I say,
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Who thought you, son, to trust that way?
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The world is not a pretty place,
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The people in it couldn¡¯t care,
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What trusting men and women do,
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Will make allowances for you.
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You have to work it out somehow,
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Find a way and muscle through.
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For you will find as I have found
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There¡¯s no one who¡¯ll take care of you.
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That way lies in madness and despair,
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I can tell you I¡¯ve been there.
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The world is not an easy place,
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Learn to swim or else you drown.
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There¡¯s poison in the drinking cup,
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Where cynicism knows no boundaries.
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And you¡¯ll find beauty everywhere,
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It isn¡¯t easy to ignore,
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Though you will find some solace there,
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Of pointless beauty child, beware.
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In righteousness, for glory sake,
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Turn on your heal from your mistakes.
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Don¡¯t listen to a word they say,
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Who thought you, son, to trust that way?
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Solace
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| Kirsty McGee |
