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Coming of age ain’t about what you do

It’s giving in to what’s predefined

When you trade all your dreams for compromise

It is never what you have in mind

One shot of happy, two shots of sad

That’s how our lives are aligned

The path that you chose has got highs has got lows

But it’s never what you have in mind

I must say that I still wonder why it disappears

Must say that I still wonder why

The years keep tumbling by

Coming of age ain’t about who you meet

It’s about the people who leave you behind

Your brothers, your parents, your lovers, your friends

It is never what you have in mind

One shot of happy, two shots of sad

We know we might run out of time

But when it comes to living, dying is the easy part

Not exactly what you had in mind

I really doubt that I’ll find out why it disappears

I really doubt that I’ll find out

What these years are all about

You might ask if these thoughts that I just summed up

Are of any importance to you

Maybe not but when things don’t turn out like you planned

It helps to know that they never do

Besides, if each shot of happy

Comes with only two shots of sad

Then coming of age is not so bad

Then coming of age is not so bad