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Growing Young (revised)
Growing Young
Verse 1: Looking in the mirror
I see wrinkles on my face
Bags under my eyes here
I wish I could erase
Verse 2: I wish I didn't feel so scarred
I wish I could replace
My skin full of rips and tears
Salty tears that left a trace
Chorus 1: Some complain of getting older
I complain of getting young
Maturity is a molder
Innocence can't be re-won
Verse 4: Can I erase these tired bones?
Can I repeat the past?
Can I discover different tones?
Can I play the background last?
Verse 5: Behind me are my past times
Reversed and reflected
Searching for reason and rhyme
In painful introspection
Chorus 1: Some complain of ugly noses
I complain of beauty marks
Some desire blood red roses
I want peace and endless dark
Verse 6: Returning is not rewinding
Redoing is not replaying
Happiness is finding
A different way of graying
Verse 7: Can I please cut you out
Of this composition
These images scream too loud
About your intuition
Chorus 1: Some complain of hardships
I complain of satisfaction
Some struggle with unsteady lips
I struggle with attachment
Verse 8: As I look in the mirror
My skin has gone missing
My eyes are filled with shame and fear
Of the time we wasted kissing
Verse 9: I would return the years gone wasted
If life was a department store
I would return the times I tasted
Your lips I payed way too much for
Bridge: Some want a reaction
I just my shadows
Some want deep reflection
I just want my innocence
Chorus 2: I want to change the world so that
Growing young makes sense
Growing young makes sense
Growing young makes sense
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