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Chillin' in Charleston Thinking about my old house I grew up in I drive past from time to time And wonder if it looks the same inside The Room I played my Squire and The Hallway we slapped Mini-sticks My Bed where I first got it in The Front Porch always chipped to shit The Street I'd skate and bike and jib I taught those Curbs a lesson Oh, what I'd do to be A Kid Again So when I get home from this here tour I'ma knock, knock, knock On 231's Door "Hi there! I'm here to see the Storage Room we practiced in The Shower with the Wooden Bench The Closet where I recorded With blankets and old egg cartons My sketchy little Digi rig I'm who I am 'cus that Basement" But oh, what I'd do to be A Kid Again I'd sing na na na na na na na na na na, Na na na na na na What's My Age Again? To na na na na na na na na na na, Na na na na na na I'm Feelin' This! Yeah! In the room I played my Squire and The Hallway we snapped Mini-sticks My Bed where I first got it in The Music Store by Rosedale The Train Tracks with the steepest slope And City Hall's Skate Patrol The Baptist Shows had awesome bands Like .moneen., Sydney, Alexis- They all broke up since! So oh, what I'd do to be A Kid Again
Writer(s): Michael Liorti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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