Airplanes - Lisa Loeb
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Airplanes Lyrics
I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed
I grew up where growing up makes me awkward and proud
I grew up where it was a difficult drive to the airport
And I hope you have a good ride
Cause my mother, you know, she doesnt like to flyI grew up where it was a difficult drive to the airport
But I grew upSchool, school, swimming pool
I walk barefoot home from school
School, schoolAnd mother, thats a hard word
The things that youre leaving
The things that youre missing
The things you dont knowAnd father, thats a hard word
Things that youre needing
The things that youre missing
The things you dont showAnd how happy do you have to be to be happy?
How sad do you have to be to be sad?
And do you have to be sad?
Do you have to be?I grew up where throwing rocks in canyons is not allowed