| In the sixth grade
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| I was wishing I was older
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| Not doing my work like I was supposed to
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| Yeah on my floor with my comic books open
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| Just me, myself and me
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| And in the eighth grade
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| I had the world on my shoulders
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| Warm inside but the house was getting colder
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| Mom upstairs and dad on the sofa
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| Is this how it’s meant to be?
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| Crawling down the path that you paved for me
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| Lying on the bed that you made for me
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| I ain’t looking for prayers or sympathy
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| Just hear me out
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| So we get older
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| And we get wiser
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| But don’t try to tell me what to do
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| Cause this kid’s got problems too
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| Maybe you’re bolder
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| A little bit stronger
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| Don’t try to tell me what to do
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| Cause this kid’s got problems too
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| In the tenth grade
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| We were skipping class and fooling teachers
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| They never knew I was kissing her by the bleachers
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| All my friends had said she was a keeper
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| She’s the one for me
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| Fisinished twelfth grade
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| And once I graduated
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| They said «Go get a job, you know one so you can pay rent»
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| No nine to five just show me where the stage is
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| Cause that’s the place for me
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| I’ve been crawling down the path that you paved for me
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| Lying on the bed that you made for me
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| I ain’t looking for prayers or sympathy
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| Just hear me out
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| So we get older
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| And we get wiser
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| But don’t try to tell me what to do
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| Cause this kid’s got problems too
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| Baby, you’re bolder
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| A little bit stronger
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| Don’t try to tell me what to do
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| Cause this kid’s got problems too
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| We’re not so different
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| We keep on making the same mistakes
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| We’re not so different
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| Yeah we keep on making the same mistakes
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| We’re not so different
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| Yeah we keep on making the same mistakes
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| We’re not so different
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| We keep on making the same mistakes
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| So we get older
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| And we get wiser
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| But don’t try to tell me what to do
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| Cause this kid’s got problems too
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| Baby, you’re bolder
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| A little bit stronger
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| And don’t try to tell me what to do
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| Cause this kid’s got problems too
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| Back in the sixth grade
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| I always wanted to be older
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| But dad’s been gone
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| And mom was feeling lonesome
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| Trying to fill the empty space in the sofa
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| Just me, myself and me |