| I’m just a happy kid
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| Stuck with the heart of a sad punk
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| Drowning in my id
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| Always searching like it’s on junk
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| No matter who i hang out with
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| I can hear the clack clunk
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| Of the chains that pull the cars up
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| The roller coaster mountain top so high
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| When it comes down then shoots back up
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| Straight back to the sky
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| I gotta laugh and then i’m asleep
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| And then i walk around and i wanna cry
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| Out at night to do the strand
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| The little candles make the bottles glow
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| Got ink all over my right hand
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| Getting crushes with no chance to grow
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| It’s like i’ll never ever land
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| There’s always too much sun
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| Or too much snow
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| I get slow days and no days
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| I get rusty and it’s hard
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| But i get notions that oceans
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| Are coming to my call
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| I get slow days and no days
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| I get rusty and it’s hard
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| But i get notions that oceans
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| Ar coming to my call
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| And i’m just a happy kid
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| Stuck with the heart of an old punk
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| Drowning in my id
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| Always hungry like it’s on junk
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| No matter who i hang out with
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| I can feel clack clunk
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| Of the chains that pull the cars up
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| The roller coaster mountain top so high
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| When it comes down then shoots back up
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| Straight back to the sky
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| I gotta laugh and then i’m asleep
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| And then i walk aroung and I wanna cry |