| If you wake up early enough in New York City
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| The sky will be purple and nothing will hurt
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| There’ll be no sirens blaring
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| No babies crying
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| No despair on the horizon and your soul will feel alive
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| My name is Brayton Bowman
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| I’m 22 years old and I fucking worry too much
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| When I was younger I used to
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| Do everything that you’re supposed to
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| Don’t know when everything got so outta hand
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| Like oops, I dropped outta college
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| And chose hot beats over book knowledge
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| Any way the wind blows
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| I gotta do me that’s how the story goes
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| Wish I could figure out how to let go
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| All my doubts are the only thing in my way
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| Standing in my way
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| I mess up, I fuck up, it’s a nightmare
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| Even when I’m strong
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| Sometimes I’m scared
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| I’m never gonna make it anywhere
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| I worry too much
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| I worry too much
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| I worry too much
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| Thinking about shit that don’t matter really
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| Cause none of that shit really matters in Philly
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| Might not know where I belong
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| But I’mma keep keep on writing these songs
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| Sing along
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| I worry too much
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| I worry too much
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| I worry too much
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| Thinking about shit that don’t matter really
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| Cause none of that shit really matters in Philly
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| Might not know where i belong but I’mma keep keep on writing these songs |