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When I was born, they looked at me and said |
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"What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy" |
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And when you were born, they looked at you and said |
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"What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl" |
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Got these chains, hang around our necks |
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People want to strangle us with 'em, before we take our first breath |
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Afraid of change, afraid of stayin' the same |
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When temptation calls, we just look away |
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This name is the hairshirt I wear |
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And this hairshirt is woven from |
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Your brown hair |
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This song is the cross that I bear |
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Bear with me, bear with me, bear with me |
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Be with me tonight |
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I know that it isn't right |
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Be with me tonight |
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I go to school, I write exams |
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If I pass, if I fail, if I drop out does anyone give a damn? |
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And if they do, they'll soon forget |
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'Cause it won't take much for me to show my life ain't over yet |
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Wake up scared, I wake up strange |
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I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever gonna change |
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I wake up scared, I wake up strange |
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And everythin' around me stays the same |
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It's the hairshirt I wear |
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And this hairshirt is woven from, is woven from |
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Your brown hair |
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This song is the cross that I bear |
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Bear with me, bear with me, bear with me |
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Be with me tonight |
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I know that it isn't right |
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But be with me tonight |
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I, couldn't tell you, I was wrong |
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Chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song |
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I couldn't tell you, that you were right |
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So instead I looked in the mirror, I watched TV, laid awake all night |
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And we've got these chains, hang around our necks |
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People want to strangle us with 'em, before we take our first breath |
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Afraid of change, afraid of sayin' the same when temptation calls |
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Yea, hey |
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And this name is the hairshirt I wear |
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And this hairshirt is woven from, is woven from |
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Is woven from hair |
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This song is the cross that I bear |
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Bear with me, bear with me, bear with me |
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Be with me tonight |
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When I was born, they looked at me and said |
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"What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy" |
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And when you were born, they looked at you and said |
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"What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl" |
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Hey, yea |
