This song is called Growing Up.
So the girl is remembering summer.
It takes me back
to Jakarta, Indonesia.
Where the girls put on vests on the road walking there.
And the desperate attempts and the sudden run backs.
We never had a chance.
I remember that.
And no matter what we do,
we'll never lose what we have.
Growing up.
It won't free us still.
Let me hear it if you know it.
All right, all right, all right.
All right, let's get to moving.
I've got so much to prove.
Just a child to move on and a son to let go.
But the world's on our phones and radio.
It's better to be nice than to feel we're slow.
Too much.
And it's after all.
Growing up.
It won't free us still.
Growing up.
It won't free us still.
I'd rather make it so nothing's going to stop us now.
Growing up won't free us still.
Growing up won't free us still.
Growing up won't free us still.
Give me something to remember.
Growing up.
Growing up.
Growing up won't free us still.
Nothing's going to stop us still.
Growing up won't free us still.
Help me out.
Louder, louder.
Growing up won't free us still.
Last time.
Thank you.