I really must stop always being the child
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Chasing his youth his heart, nose to the wind
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I really must cure my tender nostalgia
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Bury deep my stars beneath the veil of night
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I must postpone my Spanish ch?eau
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Dreams that befuddle like an old wine
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I must also give up those sunny states
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To become a man
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And when that day comes
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You will forgive me, you won't be surprised
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When I show my teeth, when I show my bite
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Then I will be a man
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And I will stand tall
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I really must share my classes with others
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So my youth can pass at last, so I forget
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I really must scrape my nails on my heart
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That my life hardens with sorrow and pain
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I must upset my guardian angels
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Who soothed me too much
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And when that day comes
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You won't be annoyed
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If I scratch a bit, if I practice being....so savage!
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You will forgive me, you won't be surprised
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When I show my teeth, when I show my bite
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Then I will be a man
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And I will stand tall
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And you will be prepared to find before you
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Someone who's like you, a wolf among the wolves
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Then I will be a man
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And I will stand tall
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And you will be prepared to find before you
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Someone who's like you, I'll be a wolf among the wolves
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Then I will be a man
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And I will stand tall
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Then I will be a man
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And I will stand tall
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A Man
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| Marc Almond |
