I got a little older
Got a gut full of hurt
That'll keep me busy
Keep me grovelling in the dirt
I try to make a joke of it
Drop a line in passing
The funny thing about it is
Nobody is laughing
Chorus x2:
Heads-up, it's time to
Grow-up, it's time to
Stand-up and be ...
All I can be
Find me sitting in the corner
This time it's my choice
No one to direct my ways
Mine the only voice
I'm pulling up my socks
Tucking in my shirt
Wipe the tears out of my eyes
Stick it in reverse
Chorus x2:
There's a rhythm in my head
Beat of a different drum
It's bleeding down into my feet
I think I’d better run!

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