Milow - Born In The Eighties

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i grew up in the 90’s at least that’s what i tried
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looking for ways to be satisfied
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i went to san diego to try out my luck
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came back 12 months later and again i was stuck
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i felt like a goldfish stuck in a bowl
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i was waiting for something that i could control
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after 2000 no longer a kid
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the world didn’t end but something else did
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when my father takes off i’m already 19
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he wasn’t as happy as i thought he seemed
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if this is my screenplay i don’t like my role
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these are the things that you just can’t control

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although i feel a lot older i’m just 23
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if you’re looking for answers don’t come to me
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instead of a future i’ve got a guitar
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but dreaming out loud won’t get me far

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still i feel i’m ready for rock’n roll
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there might be something that i can control
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by the time i hit 30 i’ll have enough
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of being a twenty something in love
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my friends will all be married or they will be gone
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i’ll still be wondering what’s going on
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if that’s what it takes then i’ll sell my soul
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as long as there’s something that i can control

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one day i’ll wake up and i’ll be 38
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doing the things i used to hate
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the trick to forget the bigger picture is when
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you look at everything in close – up as often as you can
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our revolution is covered in mold
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cause here’s only so much we can control
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this is no anthem because anthems are proud
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and pride isn’t something that this is about

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i shouldn’t care shouldn’t care
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but i do and that’s sometimes too hard to bear
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still walking the same road with my shoes full of holes
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just waiting for something that we can control

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if i ever reach 50 or 55
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too early to tell if i’ll still be alive
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we were born in the 80’s and now we are here
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my generation’s dream will disappear
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i’m at a graveyard passing the rows
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a silent surrender we’ll never get close
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this is my story you swallowed it whole
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about us feeling the need to be in control