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V6

[Intro – Cash register beep, receipt printer, distorted electronic pulse] [VOICE A – Dry spoken voice] "Terms and conditions apply." [Sudden heavy guitar riff, syncopated drums] [Verse 1 – VOICE A ONLY: Deep baritone male rapper, sarcastic conversational flow, sharp rhythmic delivery] At sixteen I thought freedom came with keys A driver's seat, a stereo, go wherever I please I knew the cars I wanted, every model, every trim Didn't know a letter marked "urgent" could make a grown man flinch Now the freezer's making noises and the roof's begun to leak I've got three different passwords just to pay for one mistake A recorded voice says "Your call matters to us" I've been waiting forty minutes, getting angry on a bus I thought the hard part was waiting till you're grown Nobody said you could own a place and still not feel at home They gave me all these choices, never told me what they'd cost Now I'm searching through the paperwork for something I have lost [Pre-Chorus – VOICE B ONLY: Higher raspy tenor, emotional melodic singing] They made the headline beautiful And folded up the rest Now I'm reading all the details With a heartbeat in my chest [Chorus – VOICE B ONLY: Explosive melodic rock vocals, heavy guitars, huge catchy hook] WHERE WAS THE FINE PRINT?! WHEN I SAID I COULDN'T WAIT?! WHO PUT "BE HAPPY" IN BIG LETTERS AND HID "BE TIRED" ON THE PAGE?! WHERE WAS THE FINE PRINT?! I'D HAVE SIGNED IT ANYWAY! BUT I'M NOT GIVING UP TOMORROW JUST BECAUSE I GOT LOST TODAY! [Instrumental – Heavy groove, turntable scratches, rhythmic distorted guitar riff] [Verse 2 – VOICE A ONLY: Fast percussive rap, dry wit gradually turning serious] Thursday at the checkout, card gets declined I laugh and say "Wrong one," though I know that it's mine The teenager behind me stares down at his shoes Like seeing someone older lose is something he can't use I drive home past the football field we used to climb That rusty little fence was the biggest thing in life Now the gates are standing open, there's nobody playing there And I catch myself pretending that I really do not care Then a kid comes flying past me on a bike with one flat tire Shouting "Watch this!" at his friends, like he invented how to fly For a second I remember what I wanted all along Not a bigger house or faster car, just somewhere I belonged [Chorus – VOICE B ONLY: Soaring gritty rock vocals, pounding live drums] WHERE WAS THE FINE PRINT?! WHEN I SAID I COULDN'T WAIT?! WHO PUT "BE HAPPY" IN BIG LETTERS AND HID "BE TIRED" ON THE PAGE?! WHERE WAS THE FINE PRINT?! I'D HAVE SIGNED IT ANYWAY! BUT I'M NOT GIVING UP TOMORROW JUST BECAUSE I GOT LOST TODAY! [Bridge – Sudden silence, receipt printer clicks] [VOICE A – Intimate spoken rap] I found an old school notebook In a box beneath the stairs On the last page was a question: "Where do you see yourself in ten years?" I wrote "Somewhere important." Underlined it twice. [Slow distorted bass enters] [VOICE A – Aggressive rhythmic rap building in intensity] I spent so many years chasing things I couldn't name Trying not to disappoint a kid who thought he'd win the game Well, I'm not who he imagined, and that's finally alright He never knew the half of it, but neither did I! [VOICE B – Raw emotional singing building into a scream] I DON'T NEED TO BE THAT PERSON! I DON'T NEED TO WIN THAT RACE! [VOICE B – Full powerful scream] I'M STILL HERE! AND THAT HAS TO COUNT FOR SOMETHING! [Breakdown – Crushing down-tuned guitars, massive half-time drums, stop-start bass groove] [Final Chorus – VOICE B ONLY: Huge melodic rock climax, passionate gritty tenor, layered harmonies] WHERE WAS THE FINE PRINT?! WHEN I SAID I COULDN'T WAIT?! WHO PUT "BE HAPPY" IN BIG LETTERS AND HID "BE TIRED" ON THE PAGE?! WHERE WAS THE FINE PRINT?! I'D HAVE SIGNED IT ANYWAY! AND I'M STILL MAKING ROOM FOR TOMORROW EVEN WHEN I GET LOST TODAY! [Outro – Heavy instruments cut, original electronic pulse returns] [VOICE A – Quiet spoken voice] "Somewhere important..." [VOICE B – Soft raspy melodic singing] Maybe I'm already there. [End – Receipt printer tears paper, silence]