Airplanes

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 doesn't like to fly
 I grew up where it was a difficult drive to the airport
 But I grew up
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 School, school, swimming pool
 I walk barefoot home from school
 School, school
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 And mother, that's a hard word, the things that you're leaving
 The things that you're missing, the things you don't know
 And father, that's a hard word, the things that you're needing
 The things that you're missing, the things you don't show
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 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