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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMessed Up Kid
Well I guess old men on the streetprove that time really does flyAnd I guess pawn shop diamond ringsproves that girls love goodbyesAnd I guess a black dress at a funeralmeans that life has one stingAnd I guess a girl like you lovin' memust mean, angels love anything'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spareI'll turn a saint into a heathenwith my hands goin' through your hairI'm a messed up kid with nothin to showExcept a girl sayin' she'll be here everywhere I goI'm a messed up kidWell my old man says I'm wild and my mama says I'm recklessAnd that color in your eyes reminds me of East Texas'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spareI'll turn a saint into a heathenwith my hands goin' through your hairMessed up kid with nothin to showExcept a girl sayin' she'll be here everywhere I goI'm a messed up kidAnd all this bullshit that I've been throughAnd all the hardships I've grown kin toCould take me around, leave me feelin' downBut you pick me up every time'Cause I'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spareI'll turn a saint into a heathenwith my hands goin' through your hairI'm a messed up kid with nothin to showExcept a girl sayin' she'll be here everywhere I goI'm a messed up kidI'm a messed up kid, nothin' to spareI'll turn a saint into a heathenwith my hands goin' through your hairMessed up kidI guess old men on the streetprove that time really does flyAnd I guess pawn shop diamond ringsproves that girls love goodbyesI'm a messed up kid
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