Freshman year mama asked waht do you wanna
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do when you get out of here.
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i said well gee, i'm only 13, but i think i'd like to play my guitar
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be a star
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gee well thats not it you got some time to go
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good sense will kick in any time you know.
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i'm not worried, i'm not worried
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Sophmore year she asked the same old thing,
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my answer had remained unchanged
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i saw her fidgit with her thumbs,
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she said you like computers John, you like computers don't you
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you see i always see with a computer you like computers
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maybe you could do something with computers yea wouldn't that be nice
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Junior year, its a little more tense she says,
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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 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 you can still go
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some where reputible, do us proud.
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so i went down stairs and played the guitar loud.
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yea and senior its the same old question
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she said what you wanna do?
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i said play my guitar and sing, she said theres no such thing,
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she said thers no such thing
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Every Little Thing She Does
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John Mayer |