| As i was fourteen i was playful
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| I had a time when i was plainly touched
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| And played it as it lays
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| For a moment there was silence
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| To look for reasons is beside the point
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| And it won’t last long
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| I was wrong i was cold enough
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| To smack you right in the face
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| All I want
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| All you don’t
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| Will I be right or wrong
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| A kick, a punch, a final strike
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| It all came up the other night
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| I closed my fingers for a fight
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| When i was wrong
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| I read the book of bad temptations
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| Down the streets where I was feeling alright
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| And slept for quite a while
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| Still i heard something special
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| On a TV and all that i’ve ever seen
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| Is what I’ll keep in mind
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| Well, I was wrong
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| Still I want so much to smack you right in the face
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| All I want
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| All you don’t
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| Will I be right or wrong
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| A kick, a punch, a final strike
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| Bye now, saying goodbye
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| And I call now out for more
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| Will I be wrong |