| I was excited as a lad
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| About the tattoo that my uncle had
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| It was an anchor about his arm
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| Reminded him of this fatherland
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| It’s not as bright, it’s not as clear
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| As on the day, the day he had it done
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| He didn’t care because in his mind
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| It was as clear as on the day
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo
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| My first tattoo, what can i say
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| It seems as if i got it yesterday
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| Now i’m tattooed from head at toe
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| Nothing can beat, the first one though
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo
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| You hate it, i love it
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| You hate it, i love it
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| You hate it, i love it
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| You hate it, i love it
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| You hate it, i love it
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| You hate it, i love it
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo
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| A little faded, the inks turned blue
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| But still it’s there, that old tattoo |