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Mama said to me we gotta have your life run right |
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Off you got to school |
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Where you can learn the rules there right |
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Be just like your dad lad |
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Follow in the same tradition |
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Never go astray and stay an honest lovin' son |
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Son of my father |
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Molded, I was folded, I was preform-packed |
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Son of my father |
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Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac' |
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Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts |
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Tried to let me in but I jumped out of my skin in time |
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I saw through the lies and read the alibi signs |
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So I left my home, I'm really on my own at last |
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Left the trodden path and separated from the past |
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Son of my father |
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Changing, rearranging into someone new |
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Son of my father |
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Collecting and selecting independent views |
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Knowing and I'm showing that a change is due |
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Son of my father |
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Molded, I was folded, I was preform-packed |
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Son of my father |
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Commanded, I was branded in a plastic vac' |
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Surrounded and confounded by statistic facts |
