| A baby, blue eyed
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| Innocent and pure
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| Lullabies and fairytales
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| In a world, obscure
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| Seen from the cradle
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| So simple it must seen
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| Easy come, easy go
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| Just like a wishful dream
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| FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
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| Hangin' on to faith, enslaved
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| 26 years later
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| A young man full of sin
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| Unemployed and sick and tired
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| Of whistling down the wind
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| A situation
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| Self inflicted, yet self contained
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| And the needle temptes
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| Knowing life has gone down the drain
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| FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
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| Hangin' on to hope, enslaved
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| FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
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| Living a lie, just like a slave
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| Life has made me realize, it’s lost
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| Then as a old man
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| When death is closing in
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| Looking back
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| All I’ll see is misery and sin
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| Trapped in this wheelchair
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| Shivering with fear
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| Deeds of dementia
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| The grave is all too near
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| FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
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| Lived my life just like a slave
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| FROM THE CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
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| Misery until the ende |