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You got a four wheel drive You got a kid and a wife You got a pretty little country house You got a job you hate You get home to late Do you remember what we use to say Oh my god, I'll end up just like you Oh my god, I'll end up just like you I've got a way to live That pulls me apart Will I always have a broken heart And if I ever grow up (ever grow up...) And if I give it a shot (give it a shot...) Will I remember what we use to say Oh my god, you will be just like me Oh my god, you will be just like me In my heart, In my heart, still a kid In my heart, In my heart, still a kid From Letras Mania