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Really should be studying but the day's so fine
Just chilling at the beach, takeaways, cheap white wine
Killing time whistling at every boy who walks by
Time for the gym, not one looks down or acts up shy
I can hear the old man in my head
And I haven't even spoken with him for a month
Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red
Driving us out to the wharf in Bluff
"Girl, focus
Where'd this attitude come from?
You're my oldest
Focus"
If I put in the time, I know I'd do good
Make him proud, whatever else, I swear I would
But there's just other things, and I don't try
There's nothing wrong with minimum and I get by
And I can hear the old man in my head
And I haven't even spoken with him for a month
Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red
Driving us out to the wharf in Bluff
"Girl, focus
Where'd this attitude come from?
You're my oldest
You're my oldest"
No more, no more early nights to re-negotiate
No more arriving home loaded with boys and beer
'Cause freedom comes and then it's too late
It's too late, it's too late
Oh, oh, oh-ooh
Oh, oh, oh-ooh
Oh, oh, oh-ooh
Oh, oh, oh-ooh
Oh, oh, oh-ooh
Oh, oh, oh-ooh
"Oh, focus
Where'd this attitude come from?
You're my oldest
And girl, I need you to show me some focus
Focus
Focus
Focus"
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