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Walking baby steps in the gardens of my childhood |
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Dinosaurs on the floor, dear to my mother |
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Early morning on the countryside, crawl out of bed |
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Breathless in the bathroom, guilty pleasure |
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Stop being so ******* polite, I know you were raised |
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To be raw cause I know you're just like your father |
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There are a lot of bad seeds in this black sheep family |
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But blackest of all is the baby boy in the crib |
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Let's take care of that old birch in our brotherhood |
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Let's take care of that good old tree |
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It's made of you and me |
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And I will try to be good, as good as I can |
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I will do all my best to be a brave little man |
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But when it all comes down, I guess I have to say |
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I'm not like my brothers |
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I'm not like my brothers |
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My mother told me I was sensitive as a kid |
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Don't deny my kiss, I'm on my best behavior |
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And on my darker days, I had a friend called Tigermouse |
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Deep black eyes and silent therapy |
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And he would calm me down, as calm as I could be |
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Cause crazy kids tend to have a lively fantasy |
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Including vivid dreams, he would watch over me |
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Cause me and tigermouse we don't like bats and ******* |
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We only watch from our room screaming when they fall |
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My fearless brothers on the fields outside our doors |
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I'm not like my brothers |
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I'm not like my brothers |
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I'm not like my brothers |
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I'm not like my brothers |
