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So here's a story of a kid who had it all |
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Who almost lost touch but found control |
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Yeah she was talking that break it on her own |
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She was just like... |
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I feel like a kid again |
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I feel like a kid againon my way back home |
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Leaving a skill that stripped my soul |
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We were on top of a wounded plane |
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But if we jumped off you would all just fly away |
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So forget our faces |
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When we hit ground on a solid front |
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You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run |
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And get on our races.so now |
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I know my way back and up againto find the lines to make me sound like himand if |
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I break I'll glue the seat againand it's just like... |
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I feel like a kid again |
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I feel like a kid againon my way back home |
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Teaching a skill that strips the soul |
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We were on top of a wounded plane |
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But if we jumped off you would all just fly away |
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So forget our faces |
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When we hit ground on a solid front |
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You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run |
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And get on our races. |
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I feel like a kid againas a criminal |
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I feel like a kid again |
