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The first 6,570 days, you're treated as a king They tell you that you can be anything Failing to warn of what the real future brings    Everyone loves you, until you're 18 Nevermind preparing America's youth for what is ahead Feed us lies and outdated curriculum instead Row row row, remember? . . . life is but a dream    Everyone loves you, until you're 18 Happiness can come with many limitations So many that sadness is seeming more a celebration Depressing, but apparently, that is how it must be    Everyone loves you, until you're 18 Refrain from smiling, stray away from laughter In this world, misery seems to follow soon after Don't get to pumped kids, the world is not what it seems    I just wish I had known, before I turned 18
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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The first 6,570 days, you're treated as a king They tell you that you can be anything Failing to warn of what the real future brings    Everyone loves you, until you're 18 Nevermind preparing America's youth for what is ahead Feed us lies and outdated curriculum instead Row row row, remember? . . . life is but a dream    Everyone loves you, until you're 18 Happiness can come with many limitations So many that sadness is seeming more a celebration Depressing, but apparently, that is how it must be    Everyone loves you, until you're 18 Refrain from smiling, stray away from laughter In this world, misery seems to follow soon after Don't get to pumped kids, the world is not what it seems    I just wish I had known, before I turned 18
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
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