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It's hard to talk about it |
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I'll try to do it well |
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He couldn't live without it |
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Live without the swell |
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He had no mother, no father |
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Only friends that pined away |
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No girl that was strong enough |
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To lead him on a better way |
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He was alone in a world of confusion |
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He was alone in a world of disillusion |
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One early morning |
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He looked at the sparkling sky |
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He packed up his things |
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And told the junk good bye |
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He went on the road |
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With a rock'n'roll band |
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But nobody cared |
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Nobody had a helping hand |
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He tried to live with the others |
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Almost saved from the gutter |
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Sunglasses covered his eyes |
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And made them think that he was telling lies |
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But I'm so sorry, that we treat him like a crazy fool |
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I'm really sorry, that our hearts are freezing cold |
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Back in town fixing dragged him to the ground |
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There wasn't anybody |
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Who helped when he cried |
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Nothing he'd got and nothing he left behind |
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So he died |