| The world is not a happy place,
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| The people in it aren’t all nice,
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| There’s danger looking everywhere
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| And there are snakes in paradise.
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| You have to work it out, somehow,
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| Throughout giving you advice,
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| Don’t listen to a word I say,
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| Who thought you, son, to trust that way?
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| The world is not a pretty place,
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| The people in it couldn’t care,
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| What trusting men and women do,
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| Will make allowances for you.
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| You have to work it out somehow,
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| Find a way and muscle through.
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| For you will find as I have found
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| There’s no one who’ll take care of you.
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| That way lies in madness and despair,
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| I can tell you I’ve been there.
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| The world is not an easy place,
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| Learn to swim or else you drown.
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| There’s poison in the drinking cup,
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| Where cynicism knows no boundaries.
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| And you’ll find beauty everywhere,
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| It isn’t easy to ignore,
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| Though you will find some solace there,
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| Of pointless beauty child, beware.
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| In righteousness, for glory sake,
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| Turn on your heal from your mistakes.
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| Don’t listen to a word they say,
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| Who thought you, son, to trust that way? |