| Smoking won’t seem so cool
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| That little white church won’t feel so big
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| This town won’t look so small
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| As soon as you ain’t still a kid
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| That high school hall won’t be so long
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| You won’t wanna get down it so fast
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| Working a Saturday won’t kill you
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| And Friday night won’t be all you have
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| You’ll understand when you’re older
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| And get out there on your own
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| How time really flies, it ain’t fair
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| You don’t see it till you’re grown
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| You don’t see it till you’re grown
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| You don’t see it till you’re grown
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| Your daddy’s hands won’t feel so rough
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| And his fuse won’t seem so short
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| Running away won’t look like a cure
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| To anything that really hurts
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| That breakup ain’t gonna break you
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| It’s gonna sting a while, no doubt
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| That tattoo will be stupid
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| You’ll thank your lucky stars that you chickened out
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| You’ll understand when you’re older
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| And have children of your own
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| How time really flies, it ain’t fair
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| You don’t see it till you’re grown
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| You don’t see it till you’re grown
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| You don’t see it till you’re grown
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| Smoking won’t seem so cool
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| Drinking in a parking lot won’t be fun
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| Time moves faster than you think
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| You just can’t see it when you’re young |