| Weight of the world on these small shoulders
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| Beyond my years is where I like to stand
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| My crazy chapter was already over
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| Before it began
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| I listen to vinyl for the scratches
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| I find myself in other people’s shoes
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| I fix my mama’s problems like a habit
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| And Daddy’s too
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| Oh to be a wild child for a day
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| All the promises I’ve ever kept
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| I’d line 'em up to break
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| Oh to be a dancer on the edge
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| I’d rip the filter from my mouth
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| And all my cigarettes
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| But I know I won’t
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| I guess I was born an old soul
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| Old soul, ooh
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| I’ll be the first to toast and throw confetti
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| And break the champagne bottle with a sword
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| And when the party’s over, I’ll be ready
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| To sweep the floor
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| I don’t fall in love every other minute
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| I don’t mind it taking its sweet time
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| I just know I’ll know it when I see a
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| Soul like mine
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| Oh to be a wild child for a day
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| All the promises I’ve ever kept
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| I’d line 'em up to break
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| Oh to be a dancer on the edge
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| I’d rip the filter from my mouth
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| And all my cigarettes
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| But I know I won’t
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| I guess I was born an old soul
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| Old soul, ooh
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| Old soul
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| It’s fine to dream
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| But I don’t need
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| Oh to be a wild child for a day
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| The promises I’ve ever kept
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| I’d line 'em up to break
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| Oh to be a dancer on the edge
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| I’d rip the filter from my mouth
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| And all my cigarettes
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| But I know I won’t
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| But thank God I was born an old soul
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| Old soul
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| Old soul
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| Old soul, ooh
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| Hey, old soul
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| Old soul
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| Hey
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| Hey, hey, yeah
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| Ah, old soul, old soul, hey
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| Mmm
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| Ooh
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| Hey |