| You're on your own, kid
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| You are
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| Make my way through the motions, I try to ignore it
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| But home's looking farther the closer I get
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| Don't know why I can't see the end
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| Is it over yet? |
| Hmm
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| A short leash and a short fuse don't match
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| They tell me it ain't that bad, now don't you overreact
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| So I just hold my breath, don't know why
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| I can't see the sun when young should be fun
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| And I guess the bad can get better
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| Gotta be wrong before it's right
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| Every happy phrase engraved in my mind
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| And I've always been a go-getter
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| There's truth in every word I write
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| But still the growing pains, growing pains
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| They're keeping me up at night
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| And I can't hide 'cause growing pains are keeping me up at night
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey
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| And I can't hide 'cause growing pains are keeping me up at night
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| Try to mend what's left of my content incomprehension
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| As I take on the stress of the mess that I've made
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| Don’t know if I even care for "grown" if it's just alone, yeah
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| And I guess the bad can get better
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| Gotta be wrong before it's right
|
| Every happy phrase engraved in my mind
|
| I've always been a go-getter
|
| There's truth in every word I write
|
| But still the growing pains, growing pains
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| They're keeping me up at night
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| And I can't hide 'cause growing pains are keeping me up at night
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey, yeah
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| Hey, hey, hey, yeah, hey
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| And I can't hide 'cause growing pains are keeping me up at night
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| Starting to look like Ms. Know-it-all
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| Can't take her own advice
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| Can't find pieces of my peace of mind
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| I cry more than I'd want to admit
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| But I can't lie to myself, to anyone
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| 'Cause phoning it in isn't any fun
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| Can't run back to my youth the way I want to
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| The days my brother was quicker to fool
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| AM radio, not much to do
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| Used monsters as an excuse to lie awake
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| Now the monsters are the ones that I have to face
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| No band-aids for the growing pains |