Текст песни 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

School, school, swimming pool

I walk barefoot home from school

School, school

And mother, that?s a hard word

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The things that you?re missing

The things you don?t know

And father, that?s a hard word

Things that you?re needing

The things that you?re missing

The things you don?t show

And 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