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Yeah! |
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This song's about how growing up has become synonymous, with being a boring, self-loathing, judgmental petty junkie! |
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For so long, I've been told, to give it up |
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To get a job is the dream, in a world I'm dreaming of |
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Maybe if I was more like you, |
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I'd have a single thing to say |
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I could look forward to |
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I could look forward to |
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I'm not the same kid that I used to be |
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But I've still got the same philosophy |
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If growing up is giving in |
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Then count on me to count myself out |
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Yeah |
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If growing up is giving in |
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Then count on me to count myself out |
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Yeah |
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Getting sued by my friends |
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Taught me that I can't pretend |
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That I'm immune to the rules of! |
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Adulthood |
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I'd rather be a starving artist, than a wealthy critic |
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I'd rather be a space cadet, than bitter and jaded |
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Brain-dead and rewarded |
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But everyone else my age is |
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I'm not the same kid that I used to be |
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But I still got the same philosophy |
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If growing up is giving in |
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Then count on me to count myself out |
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Yeah |
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If growing up is giving in |
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Then count on me to count myself out |
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Yeah |
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I'm not the same kid |
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I'm not the same child |
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I might still be a prick |
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But at least I'm not a prick in denial |
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I wake up late just to miss the whole day |
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To this putrid spew I call a bedroom |
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Putting on clothes just to take them off |
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In a couple of hours, why the fuck do I bother? |
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I wake up late just to miss the whole day |
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To this putrid spew that I call a bedroom |
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Putting on clothes just to take them off |
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I'll ride this train, and hope it never stops |
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This is my god |
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This is my war |
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This is my god |
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This is my war |
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This is my god |
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This is my war |
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This is my god |
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This is my war |
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This is my god |
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This is my war |
