| Ten, Ten years,
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| Ten years too young to die
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| Too many times I tried to talk
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| You still dont understand
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| Too many times you tried to say
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| I`m not your kind of man
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| Still its time for me to come
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| I really want to know
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| Is it time for me to come
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| Or time for me to go
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| Sunday morning got to settle down
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| Got to get my feet back on the ground
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| Ten, ten years,
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| Ten years to young to die
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| Ten, nine, eight, a-seven, six
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| To many times you tried to talk,
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| I still dont understand
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| To many times you tried to say
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| I`m not your kind of man
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| Still its time for me to come
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| I really want to know
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| Is it time for me to stay
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| Or time for me to go
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| Someday, Monday got to settle down
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| Got to get my feet back on the ground
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| Thursday, Friday, got nothing to show
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| Got to be this punk I just dont know
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| Someday, Monday got to settle down
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| Got to get my feet back on the ground
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| Wednesday, Thursday, got nothing to show
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| Why dont you tell me something I dont know |