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Father said to me we gotta have your life run right |
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Off you got to school 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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Moulded 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 keep me in but 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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Moulded 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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Son of my father |
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Moulded 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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Son of my father |
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Moulded 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. |
