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Sit down,
Remind me how this is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit down,
Remind me how this is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
And just outside I can hear the sounds
Of the early morning street becoming way too loud
And the hum of the engines in the cars on the street
Yeah on the streets
And with this cigarette that I just lit
As I pass the 53rd St. Bridge
Right now the world just seems too big
The world just seems too big
Sit down, remind me how,
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost.
Sit down remind me how,
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost.
And just outside I can see my breath
In between the words that fog my spinning head
And I can see the sun coming up.
And it's just light enough to see
Another cigarette that I just lit
As I pass the 53rd St. bridge
Right now the world just seems to big
Sit down, remind me how,
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost.
Sit down remind me how,
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost.
Sit downnn
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost
Sit downnn (remind me how)
This is the same old story fo growing up and getting lost
Growing up and getting lost
And all the late night calls and all the lost hopes
And the missed connections and the lost direction.
Sit Down
Remind me how
This is the same old story of growing up and getting lost.
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