| It just took a little while for me
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| To get my head together
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| Growing up’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
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| Here I am like a stranger in the house I grew up in
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| And learned right from wrong in if I did
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| Where the sun never shined enough
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| On daddies growing older and mothers never died in
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| But she did
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| And I remember feeling guilty
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| 'Cause I couldn’t wait to leave here
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| Though I loved 'em every way that I knew how
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| So I packed up all my yesterdays and headed for tomorrow
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| And it’s almost tomorrow now
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| And daddy’s little girl is home
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| But where’s the little girl gone
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| She bundled up her dirty jeans and teenie bopper magazine
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| In search of what her life was all about
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| With a little rag doll named Charlie Brown
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| And an ol' suitcase full of hand me downs
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| And a loneliness she knew so much about
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| Now the dreams that I trusted
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| And all the playthings have rusted
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| But here I am a woman somehow
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| And all those growing pains of yesterdays
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| Are gonna get me through tomorrow
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| Cause it’s almost tomorrow now
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| And daddy’s little girl is home
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| But where’s the little girl gone
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| She bundled up her dirty jeans…
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| Oh, but I can still remember
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| When I used to gaze out this window
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| Wondering who I was and what I would become
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| And it just took a little while for me to get my head together
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| Growing up’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done
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| Oh, but I can still remember… |