Coney Island

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Fear is real,
           Cm
There is no escape,
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Cause I'm finally old enough to 
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fade.
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What's my type?
           Cm
What's my archetype?
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           Fm                 D#  
Do people come in shapes and sizes
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 like they say?
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To be born again,
        Cm
To be a child again,
          Fm               D#     
With the weightlessness of looking
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 at the world.
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What a shame,
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To idolize such aimlessness
    Fm                     D# 
But when the time comes be like 
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everyone else.
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Tighten up,
In America they call it growing up.
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