The thing is, I grew up here I got a park at the back, can I meet you there? And there´s a man [?] Said he´d give me everything Thing is, I grew up here
I got a fuckload of knots up in my hair And I sold all my friends for a dollar trends
The thing is, I grew up here And I´m a mascot for "too tired to care" And I get one phone call Let me–let me kill em all The thing is, I got no time for you, or anything we used to do, anymore
The trick is not be scared The trick is not be scared The trick is not be scared It´s on the floor, it´s in my hair The trick is not be scared The trick is not be scared The trick is not be scared It´s on the floor, it´s in my hair
The thing is, I grew up here The thing is, I hate it here And nothing fits anymore Yeah, nothing really seems to impress anymore The thing is, I grew up here The thing is, I hate it here And nothing fits anymore Yeah, nothing really seems to impress anymore
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