| Mama 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 let me in but I 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 independant 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 |