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Still fighting it - Ben Folds ³«Áö ¾¸
Good morning, son
I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a Coke? Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo's only nine ninety five
But it's okay You don't have to pay
I've got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it
We're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry

Good morning, son
Twenty years from now Maybe we'll both sit down
And have a few beers And I can tell
You 'bout today And how I picked you up And everything changed
It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We're still fighting it, We're still fighting it
You'll try and try And one day you'll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
Good morning, son
Good morning, son

Good morning, son (Good morning, son)
Good morning, son (Good morning, son)
I am a bird~~~ (Good morning, son)

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Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and We're still fighting it
We're still fighting it, oh
We're still fighting it, We're still fighting it

And you're so much like me
I'm sorry
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