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R N' R
Don't put that thing too close to my head
It took this long just to get ahead, he says
He knows for sure, but that he can't decide
Between his decency and this matter of pride
So he's growing up on time, he's growing up in the middle...
And it burns, and it burns, the sun burns
Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?
We've got the same ideas, we got the same old fears;
Different colors sometimes, but hey, who cares?
It's just years that shears our lives apart, like the
Time you tried to teach your nephew to fart, he couldn't do
it. PUSH!
So he's growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...
Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?
I'm not the kind of person who would say it, if it wasn't the
truth
And then you go and tell a friend that her heart's on fire
And it has no meaning.
Now and only now I know the difference when you tell me
There is no difference.
So she's growing up on time, she's growing up in the middle...
Now's the time to evaluate between the love you give
And the love that you take.
"It's not a matter of opinion, when it comes down to it,
It's just a difference of opinion, that much I can take."
So I'm growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...
And it burns
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And it burns
So I'm growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...
It's just a difference of opinion, that much I can take."
"It's not a matter of opinion, when it comes down to it,
And the love that you take.
Now's the time to evaluate between the love you give
So she's growing up on time, she's growing up in the middle...
There is no difference.
Now and only now I know the difference when you tell me
And it has no meaning.
And then you go and tell a friend that her heart's on fire
truth
I'm not the kind of person who would say it, if it wasn't the
Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?
So he's growing up on time, I'm growing up in the middle...
it. PUSH!
Time you tried to teach your nephew to fart, he couldn't do
It's just years that shears our lives apart, like the
Different colors sometimes, but hey, who cares?
We've got the same ideas, we got the same old fears;
Oh, now I can really feel it. How could you ever stand it?
And it burns, and it burns, the sun burns
So he's growing up on time, he's growing up in the middle...
Between his decency and this matter of pride
He knows for sure, but that he can't decide
It took this long just to get ahead, he says
Don't put that thing too close to my head
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