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When I was a little boy |
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I didn't know what's right or wrong |
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I had to change my way of life |
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but I just couldn't win the fight |
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I'd let myself float off in time |
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and hide |
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another day another night |
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I lived off dreams I thought was right |
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but I couldn't stand being treated like |
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I was the only one without rights |
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stood there screamin at your vice |
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and cried |
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the way you loved me |
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is not always what we call love |
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waiting now |
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beautiful pain |
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in the dirt and in my soil |
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they said they planted seeds of joy |
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I was unholy, born in sin |
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so they fed me words of lead within |
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the I looked down on myself in shame |
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let with the blame |
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the way you loved me |
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is not always what we call love |
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waiting now |
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beautiful pain |
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mother father listen up |
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I know these times where kind of rough |
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we waited for the leaders hand |
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to guide our lives, it's kind of sad |
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and you just did what you thought was right |
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n I cried |
