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I'm Eighteen - Alice Cooper

I'm Eighteen

Alice Cooper


Lyrics:
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen
and I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin in outer space
Oh yeah
I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm
Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle
the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
Yes I like it
Oh I like it
Love it
Like it
Love it
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen and I like it!
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Letra:
Se delinean formas en mi cara y manos
se delinean formas de arriba y abajo
estoy en el medio sin ningún plan
soy un chico y soy un hombre
Tengo dieciocho
y no sé lo que quiero
dieciocho
simplemente no sé lo que quiero
dieciocho
tengo que escapar
tengo que salir de este lugar
oh sí
Tengo un
cerebro de bebé y el corazón de un viejo
me tomó 18 años llegar tan lejos
no siempre sé de lo que estoy hablando
se siente como si estuviera viviendo en medio de la duda
porque yo tengo
dieciocho
me confundo todos los días
dieciocho
simplemente no se qué decir
dieciocho
tengo que escapar
se delinean formas en mi cara y manos
se delinean formas en la izquierda y la derecha
estoy en el medio
en el centro de la vida
soy un chico y soy un hombre
tengo dieciocho y me gusta
sí me gusta
oh me gusta
lo adoro
me gusta
lo adoro
¡dieciocho!!
¡dieciocho!!
¡dieciocho!!
¡dieciocho y me gusta!
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