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When he was just a little boy,
He only had one favourite toy.
And he had nothing on his mind,
He never left anything behind.
No.

As he got older, things got worse,
Like he'd been born under a curse.
Things started to fall apart,
They weren't like they were at the start.
No, it's like a civil war.

Growing up,
It's like a civil war.
Don't turn away,
It's something you can't ignore.
Growing up,
It's like a civil war.

And now that he was in his teens,
He'd started to learn what life means.
Problems were still appearing,
They didn't look like disappearing.
No.

Growing up,
It's like a civil war.
Don't turn away,
It's something you can't ignore.
Growing up,
It's like a civil war.

Cuando el era apenas un niño,
solo tenía un juguete favorito.
Y el que no tenía nada en su mente,
nunca dejo nada atrás.
No.

Cuando iba creciendo las cosas empeoraban,
como si hubiese nacido bajo una maldición.
Las cosas empezaron a desmoronarse,
no eran como al principio.
No, es como una guerra civil.

Crecer,
es como una guerra civil.
No lo niegues,
es algo que no podemos ignorar.
Crecer,
es como una guerra civil.

Y ahora que esta en su adolescencia,
empezó a aprender que significa la vida.
Los problemas siguen apareciendo,
No parece que fueran a desaparecer.
No.

Crecer,
es como una guerra civil.
No lo niegues,
es algo que no podemos ignorar.
Crecer,
es como una guerra civil.