Freshman year mama asked waht do you wanna do when you get out of here. i said well gee, i'm only 13, but i think i'd like to play my guitar be a star gee well thats not it you got some time to go good sense will kick in any time you know. i'm not worried, i'm not worried Sophmore year she asked the same old thing, my answer had remained unchanged i saw her fidgit with her thumbs, she said you like computers John, you like computers don't you you see i always see with a computer you like computers maybee you could do something with computers yea wouldn't that be nice Junior year, its a little more tense she says, what do you want to do with your life? i'm not on the fence i know exactly what i am to be and i'm only 17. she well all i ask is that you pay attention in class, so if you happen to xhange your mind in time you can still go so where reputible, do us proud. so i went down stairs and played the guitar loud. yea and senior its the same old question she said what you wanna do? i said play my guitar and sing, she said theres no such thing, she said thers no such thing
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