Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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And just outside I can hear the sound,
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of the early morning street,
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becoming way too loud.
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Yea the hum, of the engines in the cars,
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on the street, Yea.
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On the street.
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And with this cigarette that I just lit,
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as I passed the 53rd Street bridge.
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Right now the world just seems too big,
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the world just seems to big.
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Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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And just outside, I can see my breath,
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in between the words,
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that fog my spinning head.
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And I can see the sun coming up,
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and its just light enough to see.
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Another cigarette that I just lit,
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as I passed the 53rd Street bridge.
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Right now the world just seems too big,
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the world just seems to big.
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Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Sit down,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Sit down, (remind me how),
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Growing up and getting lost.
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And all the late-night calls,
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with all the lost hopes.
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And all the missed connections (connections!).
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And the lost directions.
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Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Sit down, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Sit down,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Down-own, remind me how,
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this is the same old story
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of growing up and getting lost.
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Help Save The Youth Of America From Exploding
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Less Than Jake |