I was raised in a small town
with a river behind a dike
never did all that much
in the summertime, I went for a hike
most often I just rode my ole bike
Peddled around and
wondered what it'd be like
if I had been raised in L.A.
Couple times I thought I'd just
up and run away, but never did.
I always knew I was just
some skronny foster kid.
It wasn't my home
just my hometown
I was all alone and
I always had this worried frown.
Little by little, bit by bit,
I had to just get over it.
Found my feet on my own path
Found my soul when I found my laugh.
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wow so cool
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