Je dis je m'en vais Oui, je m'en vais Si tu veux me quitter, tu sais plus rien ne me retient Je n'ai plus d'argent, plus de maison, sans toi, je n'ai plus rien Je vais faire ma valise et dire adieu à mes copains Je vais prendre ce train demain matin Oui,

Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, Tell me what it takes to let you go. Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, Tell me how the pain's supposed to go. In the night Tell me how it is that

Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, Tell me what it takes to let you go. Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go, Tell me how the pain's supposed to go. In the night Tell me how it is that

Call my name, here I come It pains me Please, just leave it Ninety to nothing, watch me run I am ashamed to say Ugly girls know their fate Anybody can get laid You want a room with a fire escape I want to tell you how much I hate this

Are you there? Tell me, are you there? My mind is a runaway And I'll find it's too hard to breathe Just say what you want to say I fear these growing pains That made us far too strong Do change if you want to change Try to change your mind, it's like the

I just came back to say goodbye (I just came back) goodbye baby I really hope you're satisfied, And my road seems dark at night, Got stones in my passway, I got stones in my passway, I got pains in my heart, They done taken my appetite Now when I first

It's all about The blood, the sweat, the tears Attribute to the strength Built through the years Time will sear the wound Yes I walk the righteous Many men have walked before And this pain's held A broken shell

I don't wanna play games no more No more, no I don't wanna play no more I spent my 19th birthday in the hospital With my brother and my mum And I know it sounds dumb but I felt like I lost it all The pain's compulsory, suffering's optional Takeshi's

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah 'Cause growing pains are keeping me up at night And I guess the bad can get better Gotta be wrong before it's right Every happy phrase engraved in my mind There's truth in every word I write But still the growing pains, growing

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade