| That was the way, that was the way it was
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| When you’re five years old and don’t have nowhere else to run
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| Except into your mother’s arms, where she held you so tight
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| And you’re scared of the dark so you sleep with your little night light
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| When you walked up to school and everyone there was your best friend
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| When you learned your numbers and shapes and played pretend
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| You didn’t mind that your hair was a mess, you were so carefree
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| You didn’t know how cold and cruel this world would one day be
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| We were just so young
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| We should have known
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| We should have known
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| That one day we’d hate our bodies and we’d orbit around buttons on a phone
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| We should have known
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| That one day we’d pluck our eyebrow hairs and wonder why the cool kids stared
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| at me
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| Oh why’d it have to be
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| Our imaginations have run dry
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| We hate ourselves and have a nightly cry
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| And then we act like we’re fine
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| It’s alcohol and bombs and drugs, don’t ever let your children grow up
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| (Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
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| We would swing on the swings and jump off and pretend we could fly
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| But as soon as we blinked we grew up and we’re junior high
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| So our dads dropped us off at the park and we stayed out 'till ten
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| So the makeup comes out and we think we need the perfect boyfriend
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| We were just so young
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| How didn’t we know
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| How didn’t we know
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| That we’d be independent on our own and lose more friends while traveling down
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| the road
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| Oh, how didn’t we know
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| That there’s more to life than sleepovers and jocks turn out worse than the
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| science nerds
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| But somehow that all gets blurred
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| And some relationships they end real fast
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| And though you want you might never get it back
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| The doors close just like that
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| It’s depression and it’s broken love, don’t ever let your children grow up
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| (Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
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| We’re no longer young
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| So now that we know
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| So now that we know
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| That this world could use some turning 'round, if only we could find some
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| common ground
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| But it’s up to us
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| And although at times it gets so rough, you have got to let your children grow
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| up
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| Yeah, you have got to let your children, got to let your children grow up |