Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
Im in the middle without any plans
Im a boy and Im a man
Im eighteen and I dont know what I want
Eighteen, I just dont know what I want
Eighteen, I got to get away
I got to get out of this place
Ill go runnin in outer space!
Ive got a babys brain and an old mans heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Dont always know what Im talking about
Feels like Im living in the middle of doubt
Cause Im eighteen, I get confused evry day
Eighteen, I just dont know what to say
Eighteen, Ive got to get away
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form from the left and right
Im in the middle, the middle of life
Im a boy and Im a man
Im eighteen and I like it

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