| Grew up in the middle class
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| Fruit Roll-Ups and Apple Jacks
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| I loved art but I hated math
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| Fourteen, started skipping class
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| Kissing pretty boys and smoking grass
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| Had cheap drugs in my fanny pack
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| Woke up one day, I was twenty-something
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| And the only thing I’ve learned so far is
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| We all fall down, yeah, life is a trip
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| When I get a grip is the minute I slip
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| Hold on tight and embrace that shit
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| Just to feel something
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| Starts out slow but it grows back quick
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| We don’t get to pick, we just come like this
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| Hold on tight and embrace that shit
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| Just to feel something
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| Dark thoughts keep me up at night
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| Sometimes I don’t even wanna try-try-try
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| So hard for some peace of mind
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| I lie in bed looking at the sky, like
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| Wake up, you’re already twenty-something
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| The only thing you’ve learned so far is
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| We all fall down, yeah, life is a trip
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| When I get a grip is the minute I slip
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| Hold on tight and embrace that shit
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| Just to feel something
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| Starts out slow but it grows back quick
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| We don’t get to pick, we just come like this
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| Hold on tight and embrace that shit
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| Just to feel something
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Just to feel something
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Just to feel something
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| We all fall down, yeah, life is a trip
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| When I get a grip is the minute I slip
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| Hold on tight and embrace that shit
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| Just to feel something
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| Starts out slow but it grows back quick
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| We don’t get to pick, we just come like this
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| Hold on tight and embrace that shit
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| Just to feel something |