| Growing up slowly I could hardly wait
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| Had a book in each hand a heart hungry for praise
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| Tell me I’m good make my fucking day
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| Tell me I’m funny make me feel ok
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| Growing up lonely I could only play
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| At being somebody’s VIP someday
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| Tell me I’m pretty pick me for your play
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| Tell me I’m clever give me what I crave
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| I’m just a heartbeat
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| In the back seat
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| I’m just a dead dream
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| Behind a black screen
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| You just wanted to be something special, didn’t you?
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| You just wanted to win all the medals, didn’t you?
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| And now your body’s showing up the pain like cellophane
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| And there’s a feeling written in your face, a hurricane
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| Growing up angry I was on my way
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| Chan in each ear a job I fucking hate
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| Tell me I’m talented I need a break
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| Tell me I’ve got it all to throw away
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| I’m just a heartbeat
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| In the back seat
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| Just a dead dream
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| Behind a blank screen
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| You just wanted to be something special, didn’t you?
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| You just wanted to win all the medals, didn’t you?
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| And now your body’s showing up the pain like cellophane
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| And there’s a feeling written in your face, a hurricane
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| And if I only had more time then I would
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| If I only had money then I could
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| I’m sick of saying what I think that I could
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| Maybe the truth is that I can’t
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| You just wanted to be something special, didn’t you?
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| You just wanted to win all the medals, didn’t you? |