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| GROWN |
| (Melzer) |
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| When I was a boy - I never thought I ´d leave |
| Didn’t take long - And I left like a thief |
| Had to take my life - In my own hands |
| Which is more to do - Than playin´ in a band |
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| Sometimes bein´ grown makes me feel alone |
| Now I’m a stranger, on my own |
| Got to find a way of carryin´ the load |
| And now my home is on the road |
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| Got to earn some money - No-one sees me through |
| Tryin´ to make a livin´ - Catchin´ up with you |
| Wanna live in my own house - Have a garden, too |
| If I find a place to stay; - There should be a few |
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| Sometimes bein´ grown makes me feel alone |
| Now I’m a stranger, on my own |
| Got to find a way of carryin´ the load |
| And now my home is on the road |
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| Responsibility - such a scary word |
| We all want to be free - At least that’s what I’ve heard |
| Now I still fight my demons - Wanna run away |
| There ain´t no roots to make my stay |
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| Well, I move on down the line - In search of my own |
| Why did they tell me: - "Boy, now you’re grown" ? |
| But as the years go by - I start to gain my pride |
| And it seems I found my way - To the other side |
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| Sometimes bein´ grown makes me feel alone |
| Now I’m a stranger, on my own |
| Got to find a way of carryin´ the load |
| And now my home is on the road |
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| SOLO |
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