| I had it tough when I was just a little kid
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| It didn’t matter what I thought
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| It didn’t matter what I did
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| I felt doubts for what I lacked right from the start
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| It did a number on my head but it could never touch my heart
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| 'Cause I had just enough imagination
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| Just enough to keep the faith
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| That somehow I would think of what to do When i’d get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion
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| All the angel’s came around to help me through
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| Life pulls fast changes
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| Wind blows past pages
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| All I see is I don’t need this
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| High strung tightrope walk
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| Ticking time bomb clock
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| Scratch my name off
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| Cut these chains
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| I’m free… kicking out of that prison
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| I’m am free… singing those words of wisdom
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| Let it be… nobody gonna put the blues inside of me And the stress to be the best I’ve done it all
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| I’ve slammed the doors I’ve jammed the locks
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| I’ve laid the bricks, I've built the walls
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| No one could tell me back then why joy eluded me Kept bumping into that misery
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| Locked up deep down inside of me Took that rage and I Turned that page and I Packed my tools, went back to school
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| And I passed my graduation, and I hold my PH. |
| D In crash test blues I paid those dues
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| I’m free… kicking out of that prison
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| I am free… singing those words of wisdom
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| Let it be… nobody gonna put the blues inside of me Time flies by in photographs and paper scrapes and songs
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| Here I stand in ruby slippers, three times takes me home
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| I’m free… kicking out of that prison
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| I am free… singing those words of wisdom
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| Let it be… nobody gonna put the blues inside of me |