Going through these old scrapbooks
It's where the pasts been laid
To rest innocence clashes with ambition
Puts it to the test now
It's over and this is where we've arrived
Most others would just be happy that they'd survived
'Cos they all want, it they want it
But they just don't get it now
Cutting through all the late night stoned up talk
Of being blessed sure life's got complicated
But someday babies must be dressed
Now, we've been there
And this is where we've arrived
Most others would just be happy that they'd survived
'Cos they all want it, they want it
But they just don't get it now
Get a grip of your true friends
Collect your consciousness
Then maybe if you want it
You want it, you just might get it

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