| And I sing songs about the past.
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| How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass,
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| Cause I didn’t care.
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| About going to school.
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| And I saw the look in her eyes.
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| My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had wanted to go,
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| Just to prove them wrong.
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| I’ve been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen,
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| Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
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| And I sing songs about my friends.
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| The way we grew up, and all the lose ends we used to laugh,
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| Cause we didn’t give a damn.
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| And I saw the look in my brother’s eyes,
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| When I told him I was leaving he couldn’t help but despise me.
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| He’s wanted out his whole life.
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| I’ve been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen,
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| Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
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| And I sing songs about the past.
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| I plead for relief,
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| This town won’t receive
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| All the things that I want.
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| The things that I need.
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| And I’ll beg and I’ll beg.
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| I’m down on my knees.
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| Mama, oh mama,
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| Let me please leave
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| I plead for relief.
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| This town won’t receive,
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| All the things that I want.
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| The things that I need.
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| All I ever wanted was love. |