| In my past
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| I’d wish for something different from what’s within my grasp
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| Now I’ve grown
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| I wouldn’t trade my world with anybody that I’ve known
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| As a child
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| I’d try to find a way to be okay with how I smile
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| Now I’ve grown
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| I wouldn’t trade my world with anybody that I’ve known
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| Anybody that I’ve known
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| Look at my face
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| So many miles, I can’t complain
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| I won’t complain, I don’t complain
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| I might complain, but still told the truth
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| My water stay running, but my food don’t move
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| I make a size 12 footprint
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| Make love to my wife, make music with my real friends
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| My voice make enough noise for the books
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| Then I hunt these woods to catch dinner for my children
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| Got me dreaming I could reach through the phone
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| And kiss the family goodnight then sleep like a stone
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| Hotel, motel, feel at home
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| If you play a little Nina Simone
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| Don’t quit your day job, this is my day job
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| It won’t stop a single raindrop
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| I gotta get money to purchase a space pod
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| Then fly up to heaven in person and thank God
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| In my past
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| I’d wish for something different from what’s within my grasp
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| Now I’ve grown
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| I wouldn’t trade my world with anybody that I’ve known
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| As a child
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| I’d try to find a way to be okay with how I smile
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| Now I’ve grown
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| I wouldn’t trade my world with anybody that I’ve known
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| Anybody that I’ve known
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| I’m all about the sarcasm and optimism
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| I’m kinda like a bumper sticker
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| Listen, you’re kinda like an artist, you got the vision
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| Looking at the mirror like it’s competition
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| And it’s always trippin', but you’re not intimidated
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| We all tryna stay alive and innovative
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| Everybody aiming at the face of similar limitations
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| We all cut from the same pavement
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| If you and I are gonna search through this universe together
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| First gotta desert the center
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| Some of us will be mad at the world forever
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| And some of us don’t even curse the weather
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| Whether or not I gave it everything that I got
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| It won’t stop a single raindrop
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| But when it finally wash my finger-paints off
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| I’m tryna make sure it don’t spell my name wrong
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| In my past
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| I’d wish for something different from what’s within my grasp
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| Now I’ve grown
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| I wouldn’t trade my world with anybody that I’ve known
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| As a child
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| I’d try to find a way to be okay with how I smile
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| Now I’ve grown
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| I wouldn’t trade my world with anybody that I’ve known
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| Anybody that I’ve known |