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The Early November – Like A Kid lyrics
So here's a story of a kid who had it all
Who almost lost touch but found control
Yeah she was talking that break it on her own
She was just like
I feel like a kid again
I feel like a kid again
On my way back home
Leaving a skill that stripped my soul
We were on top of a wounded plane
But if we jumped off you would all just fly away
So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run
And get on our races.
So now I know my way back and up again
To find the lines to make me sound like him
And if I break I'll glue the seat again
And it's just like
I feel like a kid again
I feel like a kid again
On my way back home
Teaching a skill that strips the soul
We were on top of a wounded plane
But if we jumped off you would all just fly away
So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run
And get on our races.
I feel like a kid again
As a criminal
I feel like a kid again
Who almost lost touch but found control
Yeah she was talking that break it on her own
She was just like
I feel like a kid again
I feel like a kid again
On my way back home
Leaving a skill that stripped my soul
We were on top of a wounded plane
But if we jumped off you would all just fly away
So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run
And get on our races.
So now I know my way back and up again
To find the lines to make me sound like him
And if I break I'll glue the seat again
And it's just like
I feel like a kid again
I feel like a kid again
On my way back home
Teaching a skill that strips the soul
We were on top of a wounded plane
But if we jumped off you would all just fly away
So forget our faces
When we hit ground on a solid front
You would drop bombs and just watch us try and run
And get on our races.
I feel like a kid again
As a criminal
I feel like a kid again
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