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It’s big business I’m gonna own a funeral home
Cause half this town’s gonna kick off any day
I’m tired of hanging at the super 10 my parents don’t like any of my friends
I’m 18 and I am out of here
It’s big business I think I’ll learn to play the guitar
Make a record make a million dollars
And make love to any girl I want
But right now I’m living out of my truck
And leaving home don’t feel so glorious
I’m 21 and I don’t know where I’m from
Confused american teenage tale
Mental aggravation
Got social overload information
Funny how what you thought was straight turns in a circle path
Now I’m teaching my children
Talking like my dad
I know one day they’ll be breaking free
Hating what the think they know about me
But that’s 18 and that’s alright
Yeah that’s 18 hell ain’t it fine
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