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Real World

Society demands we follow the lead
Though who that leader is
I've yet to know
Cause everyone's fighting for
Some kind of title

I'm not sure what to do
I've no clue where I fit
And I just want to be left alone
But no

There are rules to be followed
Things to be done
You've left the adolescence train
And now its real life

Nothing easy anymore
You could win
You could lose
It's a fifty, fifty chance
Got to play your cards
And hope you fair well

When everyone's fighting
For the same thing
The idealist vision
Of a perfect life

The teachers forgot
to mention how hard
It is to keep yourself afloat
When the world is screaming
Your chances are slim
Cause guess what
Your in the real world now

The End

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