Written by John Mellencamp
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Well its hard to be cool when your still in High School
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You got the old man jacking you around
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And he tells you what to do
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Gives your opinions to you
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And you feel like just some kinda clown
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And the old lady is bitchin
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Why do you clean up all the kitchen
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What time you gonna be home tonight
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And you walk out the door
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Cause you can't take anymore
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You don't know wrong from right
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As you walk by
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All the young girls gonna wink their eye
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You ain't playin' for pennies no no
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You know that the trick is to hide
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Your to young to live
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But your a little to fast to die
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Well you fear for you ass and run ??
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Down that grass, when the crowd comes near ??
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And the suicide dolls ?? can be easily bought
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After a six, six pack of beer
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And they talk a little loud
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When their - "Who have you been with now" ??
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Did you find yourself a hero
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And you think its kinda fun
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That you don't have any money
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To bet if you place or you show
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(chorus)
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(variance) - All the young girls gonna shake their thigh
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Well some time in the night
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You cry for a sign
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Of someone to help you along
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But you see yourself as tough
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And you know its just a bluff
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You got that reputation to carry on
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And if you ever get away
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>From what the old man might say
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Hey you been a big man .....
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You'll remember the cliche
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In what your mother use to say
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Your family is your only friend
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(chorus)
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Too Young To Live
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John Mellencamp |