| I wanted to be born
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| So I crawled out in the middle of the night
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| Out of my mother
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| I looked at the stars
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| And I looked at the bushes
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| Then I crawled along the path
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| Whistling*
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| In a pair of dusty shoes
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| I walked a long my youth
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| I was left with a number of needs to please
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| The more I walked the more they increased
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| «we have to eat bring us food for peace!»
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| And quicker than you turn a silver coin
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| The magic, the childhood
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| The night was all gone
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| Oh will I always walk alone?
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| Oh man I think so
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| Oh will I always walk alone?
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| Oh man they say so
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| Later on
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| I found me a horse and a rifle
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| This power should save my lif
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| Bang! |
| I fired a shot in the sky
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| For gods sake someone could have died
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| And the horse it kicked backwards (ooh)
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| And the hoove it hit my head (Auch!)
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| Then I was all knocked out
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| For a decade
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| Oh will I always walk alone?
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| Oh man I think so
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| Oh will I always walk alone?
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| Oh man they say so
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| Ten years later I opened my eyes
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| I stared at the bushes and searched the sky
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| How many losses?
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| How many earnings?
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| Do I know love, or only yearning?
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| No one lay here next to the fire
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| With a baby born on my chest to admire
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| Dont crawl away from me yet little boy
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| I know a path but it can wait little boy |