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Not Old Enough

When I was a child 
I dreamt of being old
I wanted to grow up
Because I was fed up
With those do(s)   and don't(s)  
I've grown up now
But I don't know how
These do(s)   and don't(s)  
Are still with me
Like my shadow in a hot summer
Like iron under a hammer
Now I wish I were a kid
So that I get rid 
Of these do(s)   and don't(s)  
And play again with my mates
To forget all about my fights
All duties and no rights



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