After years of expensive education,
A car full of books and anticipation
I'm an expert on Shakespeare and that's a hell of a lot.
But the world don't need scholars as much as I thought.
Maybe I'll go trav'ling for a year, finding myself,
Or start a career.
I could work for the poor, though I'm hungry for fame.
We all seem so diff'rent but we're just the same.
Maybe go to the gym so I don't get fat.
Aren't things more easy with a tight six pack?
Who knows the answers, who do you trust?
I can't even separate love from lust.
Maybe move back home and pay off my loans,
Working nine to five, answering phones.
Don't make me live for my friday nights,
Drinking eight pints and getting in fights.
I don't want to get up, just let me lie in;
Leave me alone, I'm a twenty-something.
Maybe I'll just fall in love.
That could solve it all.
Philosophers says that that's enough.
There surely must be more.. oooo...
Love ain't the answer, nor is work.
The truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I'm still having fun and I guess that's the key.
I'm a twentysomething and I'll keep being me.
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