It's Gonna Be Okay, Baby

You're gonna move to New York
 And experiment with communism
 Go down on a girl
 After reading her some Frantz Fanon
 And you'll go out of your way
 Trying to find some place you can hide and get high
 You're gonna think about suicide
 Yeah, you're gonna call your mom
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
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 You're gonna cut off your hair
 With dull scissors from the desk in your dorm room
 Learn by trial and error
 That threesomes are more sad than fun
 You're gonna move to LA
 Guess you're running away from the patterns you have
 And the decisions that you've made
 Yeah, you're gonna sit in the sun
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
 You're gonna smoke cigarettes
 On the ground beside the pool at Stardust
 You're gonna get obsessed
 With a boy who's hooked on heroin
 You'll have some all-time nights
 Dancing outside with LCD on the speaker
 And you're drinking dark pink wine
 Yeah, and you're gonna lose those friends
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
 You're gonna fall in love
 With a girl, which you were not expecting
 You're gonna start a band
 It's just her, another friend, and you
 And then you get freaked out
 You say something about how you just can't commit
 And you move into your aunt's house
 Yeah, and all your dreams come true
 
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay
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 You're gonna come to depend
 On the sex of a sadistic stranger
 You're gonna learn to pretend
 Yeah, you lie about it to save face
 Until the morning you awake
 In the deepest of pain that you've even been in
 And you admit you've gotta quit him
 Yeah, you're gonna learn to pray
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay (It's gonna be okay)
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay (It's gonna be okay)
 You're gonna start to call friends
 You're gonna start to call yourself an addict
 You finally read "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance"
 You're gonna clean out your drawers
 You're gonna feel much more like God is a mystery
 And Jesus is a metaphor
 Yeah, you're gonna tell your reflection
 
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay (It's gonna be okay)
 It's gonna be okay, baby
 It's gonna be okay (It's gonna be okay)
 It's gonna be okay
 It's gonna be okay