You say there's nothing left to fear
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We're growing up and growing beards
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Well there's a song bleeding out of my pencil's tip
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There's a guitar in my hand and a ring on my lip
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And I'm changing
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I'm changing for the worst
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(Chorus)
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Night I've had in years
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Was the night
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I had to deal with us
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And deal with who I am
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But I can't help with all these things that I say
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I will become better
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I will fight for this for me
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Now when I say
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That I'm losing the battle
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All I mean is I'm trying to heal
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I'm trying to speak
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Out against all this depression I feel
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I'm sorry I hurt
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I'm sorry this was the worst
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(Chorus)
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Growing Up And Growing Beards
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| Count To Four |
