Tom: C
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Why must every generation think they're folks are square?
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And no matter where they're heads are, they know mom's aint there.
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Cause' I swore when I was small, that I'd remember when,
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I knew what's wrong with them, that I was smaller than.
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Like, hey pop. Can I go ride my zoom?
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It goes twohundred miles an hour, suspended on baloons.
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And can I put a droplet of this new stuff on my tounge?
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And imagine puffing dragons, while you sit and wreck your'e lungs.
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And I must me permissive, understanding of the younger generation.
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But whats the matter daddy? How come your'e turning green?
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Can it be that you can't live up to your'e dreams?