Old birds have opinions They sing and they shout Beautiful songs from the soul That no one cares to figure out? I need to know but I’m just a kid And I need room to grow Tonight! We go where we wanna go We say what we need to say Even if the long road takes us home Tomorrow’s a new day We form our opinions, yeah Call it American But who believes a smile from child With all of his teeth clinched? My feelings show cause I’m just a man And I need room to grow [[Category:Sent By Ravens]]

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