| Someday I’m gonna live
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| In your house up on the hill
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| And when your skinhead neighbor goes missing
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| I’ll plant a garden in the yard then
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| They’re gluing roses on a flatbed
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| You should see it, I mean thousands
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| I grew up here till it all went up in flames
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| Except the notches in the doorframe
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| I don’t know when you got taller
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| See our reflection in the water
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| Off a bridge at the Huntington
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| I hopped the fence when I was seventeen
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| Then I knew what I wanted
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| And when I grow up, I’m gonna look up
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| From my phone and see my life
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| And it’s gonna be just like my recurring dream
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| I’m at the movies
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| I don’t remember what I’m seeing
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| The screen turns into a tidal wave
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| Then it’s a dorm room, like a hedge maze
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| And when I find you
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| You touch my leg and I insist
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| But I wake up before we do it
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| I don’t know how, but I’m taller
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| It must be something in the water
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| Everything’s growing in our garden
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| You don’t have to know that it’s haunted
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| The doctor put her hands over my liver
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| She told me my resentment’s getting smaller
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| No, I’m not afraid of hard work
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| I get everything I want
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| I have everything I wanted |