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Young people Are like toys You play You brake You love Well you know it is not for all Next year you'll grow up tall If you live you live If you die you die That's all Rain on my shoulders Oh I am sorry Its me Crying my heart out On who I was supposed to be Well I could say it nicer man If I really wanted to blend But you live your life As you should At least that's me Old people are like dust It gets in your eyes It irritates and makes you cry Well you know it is not for all Next year you'll probably fall If you live you live If you die you die That's all Dolls in the gateway No hair no arms Pink plastic dreams All around Well you know its only me You never listened You liked and flee You have a good life a laptop a cellular and hd tv