| I walk this world with broken toes
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| From my missteps and told you so’s
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| I learned my way breaking every bone
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| Now I see all these aches will make you grow
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| Every fall has a rise, every burn has a flame
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| From foolish to wise we all bruise the same
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| I oh, I, I got these growing pains
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| When the storm wind blows I’m the weathervane
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| I oh, I, I’m made from what remains
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| Thick skin knowing its just growing pains
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| I cut my teeth 'till I taste the way
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| My empty mouth finds the words to say
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| All things I found being chipped away
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| And all the ways I build from how I break
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| Every laugh has a cry, every lose has a gain
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| From foolish to wise we all bruise the same
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| I oh, I, I got these growing pains
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| When the storm wind blows I’m the weathervane
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| I oh, I, I’m made from what remains
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| Thick skin knowing its just growing pains
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| Something growing on you to make you up
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| Something you can feel 'till you toughen up
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| Something growing on you to make you up
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| Something you can feel 'till you toughen up
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| How do I… how do I know
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| How do I… how do I know
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| How do I… how do I know
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| I oh, I, I got these growing pains
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| When the storm wind blows I’m the weathervane
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| I oh, I, I’m made from what remains
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| Thick skin knowing its just growing pains
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| Something growing on you to make you up
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| Something you can feel 'till you toughen up
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| Something growing on you to make you up
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| Something you can feel 'till you toughen up |