| I was born in Massachusetts
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| I was forged out of the fire
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| Between the guitar kid from Hudson
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| And the Queen of Saint Mary’s Choir
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| In a little house on Lake Street
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| The second child of four
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| Looking back now, we had nothing
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| And who could ask for me?
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| Oh, when I get so lost you can’t find me
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| Won’t you remind me
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| That I’ve got my mothers heart
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| And I’ve got my father hands
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| I’ve been baptized in the water
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| And I came up a music man
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| And I’m a husband, I’m a father
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| I’m the product of desire
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| Between the guitar kid from Hudson
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| And the Queen of Saint Mary’s Choir
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| Well, my father kept a six sting underneath the bed
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| I’d sneak in while he was working
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| I played it till my fingers bled
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| I cut my teeth down in Atlanta
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| Making tips, playing for free
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| I chased a dream across the state line
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| Found my pride in Tennessee
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| Oh, when I get so lost you can’t find me
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| Won’t you remind me
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| That I’ve got my mothers heart
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| And I’ve got my father hands
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| I’ve been baptized in the water
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| And I came up a music man
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| And I’m a husband, I’m a father
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| I’m the product of desire
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| Between the guitar kid from Hudson
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| And the Queen of Saint Mary’s Choir
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| To all who’ve gone before
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| Pass the venom, through the door
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| Won’t you guide me when you can now
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| Your blood is in my veins
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| And your name is in my name
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| It reminds me who I am now
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| Who I am now
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| I’ve got my mothers heart
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| And I’ve got my father hands
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| I’ve been baptized in the water
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| And I came up a music man
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| And I’m a husband, I’m a father
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| I’m the product of desire
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| Between the guitar kid from Hudson
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| And the Queen of Saint Mary’s Choir
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| The Queen of Saint Mary’s Choir |