Freshman year,
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Mom asks "What do you want to do
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when you get out of here?"
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I said, "Well, gee, I'm only 13,
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but I think I'd like to play my guitar...
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be a star."
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"Well," she said, "that's NICE,
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you got time to go.
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Good sense will kick in anytime, you know.
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I'm not worried, I'm not worried."
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Sophomore year,
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she asked the same old thing,
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my answer had remained unchanged.
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I saw her fidget with her thumbs.
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She said, "You like computers, John,
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you like computers, don't you?
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Yeah, I USED TO always see you with a computer...
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you like computers
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maybe you could do something with computers.
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Yeah, wouldn't that be nice?"
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Junior year,
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It's a little more intense,
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She says, "What do you want to do with your life?"
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I'm not on the fence, I know exactly what I AM to be,
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and I'm only 17.
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She said, "Well, all I ask, is that you pay attention in class,
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so if you happen to change your mind in time,
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you can still go somewhere reputable...
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do us proud."
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So I went downstairs,
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and I played guitar loud.
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Yeah, senior year,
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Same old question,
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She said, "What do you want to do?"
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I said, "Play my guitar and sing."
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BUT She said, "There's no such thing."
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She said, "There's no such thing..."
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(GUITAR SOLO)
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(speaking: I love you Mom)
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"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
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Condescendingly
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Take a seat, take your life
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Plot it out in black and white
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Well, I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
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And the drama queens
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I'd like to think the best of me
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Is still hiding up my sleeve
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They love to tell you
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Stay inside the lines
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But something's better
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On the other side
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I wanna run through the halls of my high school
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I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
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I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
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Just a lie you've got to rise above
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So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
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Faded hats
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Grabbing credits
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and made their transfers
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they listen to phish, but they can't find the answers
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And all of our parents
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They're getting older
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I wonder if they've wished for anything better
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While in their memories
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Tiny tragedies
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They love to tell you
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Stay inside the lines
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Well, well something's better
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On the other side
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I wanna run through the halls of my high school
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I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
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I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
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Just a lie you got to rise above
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I am invincible..
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You are invincible.. (yeah you are)
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We are invincible..
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As long as we're alive
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Do I have to tell the story
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of a thousand rainy days
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since we first met?
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It's a big enough umbrella
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but it's always me
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that ends up getting wet.
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I wanna run through the halls of my high school
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I wanna scream at the top of my lungs
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I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
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Just a lie you've got to rise above
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I just can't wait til my 10 year reunion
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I'm gonna bust down the double doors
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And when I stand on these tables before you
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You will know what all this time was for
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No Such Thing (Extended Live Version)
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| John Mayer |
