| I got tired of my present situation
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| So I tried rollin' over the stone
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| Even tried to make a change of occupation
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| But my conscience wouldn’t leave me alone
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| You know, even the rich have their problems
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| I mean you never quite get enough
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| So you drink it away, take it out on the kids
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| And all that funky stuff
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| You got growing pains
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| You gotta rearrange
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| Got them growing pains, yeah
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| And lately my friends have been tellin' me that
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| I’m changing way to fast
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| If there’s one thing I don’t want to do
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| It’s rely on my broken-down past
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| Because I hear the call of the wild
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| And opportunity is leanin' on me
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| And stuck in this town for the rest of my life
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| Is one place I don’t want to be
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| I got growing pains
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| I gotta rearrange
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| Got them growing pains, yeah
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| Growing pains, oh yeah
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| Growing pains
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| Oh, how long you gotta grow?
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| Yeah, I don’t wanna grow any more
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| Got them nasty old growing pains
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| Picked her up at seven
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| Feelin' pretty good by nine
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| We cruise the local hang-outs
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| It’s the same places everytime
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| Just head for the nearest party
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| Or the darkest back street
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| And I’m makin' love peepin' over my shoulder
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| My pants down around my feet
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| Give me growing pains
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| I gotta rearrange
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| Got them growing pains
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| Got them growing pains
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| Yeah, yeah, ow
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| Got them growing pains
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| Yeah, uh
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| Growing pains
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| Growing pains
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| Growing pains
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| Got them growing pains, yeah, ow
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| Growing pains
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| Growing pains
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| Growing pains |