miércoles, 13 de marzo de 2013


Lines form on my face and hands, lines form from the ups 

and downs.

I'm in the middle without any plans, I'm a boy (girl) and I'm


I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want, eighteen, I just 

don't know what I want.

Eighteen, I gotta get away. I gotta get out of this place I'll 

go runnin' in outer space, oh yeah.

I got a baby's brain and an old (wo)man's heart. Took

eighteen years to get this far.

Don't always know what I'm talkin' about, feels like I'm livin'

in the middle of doubt.

'cause I'm eighteen I get confused every day, eighteen, I 

just don't know what to say. Eighteen, I gotta get away.

Whoa lines form on my face and my hands, lines form on 

the left and right.

I'm in the middle, the middle of life. I'm a boy and I'm a 


I'm eighteen and I like it, yes I like it, oh I like it love I like 

it love it

Eighteen eighteen eighteen, eighteen and I like it

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