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This is the downstairs room where it all began |
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With a green microphone and no future plan |
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I'd stay inside and play 'til my hands went numb |
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Strumming my J-45 until the rising sun |
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There was word on the streets that I would make it far |
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My last intention was to be a star |
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I always found them stupid in the magazines |
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Sharing their broken lives like they were broken jeans |
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I was only young with an unknown road ahead of me |
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That I had to take I had to face my destiny |
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'Cos when you're young |
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You'll do whatever it takes to get signed up |
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And get on the road to your destiny |
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Before long I was packing my stuff and hitting the road |
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My old yellow Renault could barely handle the load |
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My cosy quiet town life, my future ex wife |
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Were soon to be replaced by fun fast exciting times |
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I developed a taste for heavy chemicals and dope |
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That was the first real footfall on a very slippery slope |
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The house of cards I built slowly tumbled down |
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As I gradually became less easier to be around |
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I was only young, with an unknown road ahead of me |
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That I had to take I had to face my destiny |
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'Cos when you're young |
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You'll do whatever it takes to get signed up |
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And get on the road to your destiny |
