| I wish I was growing up, but I just need a little more
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| I’m in line waiting for the real thing, babe
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| Swallowed young, following words
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| I wish I was feeling sick, but I just need a little hell
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| I’m in a line waiting for the real thing, babe
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| Swallow your swallowing words
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| And cry for the mountain of following, swallowing debt
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| Swallow it, swallow again
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| You must surrender, banished again
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| They glisten by the countryside while you’re famished again
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| You’re rotting inside
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| You’re burning inside
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| If you listen to me, you’ll never sleep again
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| You should start over
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| You are so young, but you came alone
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| And you wash alone of it
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| And creep to your bed where you wait for dreams
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| So lost, so far from your home
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| You’ve lost all you’ve owned
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| And you’re waiting there for me
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| Don’t go out of your way there for me
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| Don’t want your air to breathe
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| But should you grow fond of it awake in your grave
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| You’re so young
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| If you wait for the sun, you’ll never leave
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| Swallow, swallow your worth
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| Swallow it, swallow again
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| You must surrender, banished again
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| Rent
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| Son, call your mother
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| Surrender |