| Wh… what do you mean what was my childhood like?
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| What difference does that make?
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| My childhood was messed up, so what?
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| Everybody’s childhood is messed up This is the nineties.
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| You find me one person that had it right
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| What does that got to do with me rhymin'?
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| What’s left?
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| Now when my mother died, I had to take it in stride
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| There ain’t room for pride in watching your father cry
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| And dad made it until maybe a year later
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| When they found his suicide inside of a grain elevator
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| Got over it, I had no other opposites or options
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| Thought about whether or not mom and pop was watching
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| Never bothered for caution, no time for fear
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| So my folks care-free for most my early years
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| And I learned from it, turned nuhhhhh! |
| so many corners
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| Storm my burning sun waiting for the world to plumb it Finished growing up under my uncle’s roof,
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| He taught me how to count, all the way up to 100 proof.
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| >From watching him, I learned how to gather nurishiment
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| Living off from different women that he had to nurture him
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| And on the surface I became a normal free teen
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| More afraid of nuclear war then state my TV stinks
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| My best friend was my TV, gameshows and cartoons
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| Subsituted for puppies rainbows and balloons
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| Now here I am, the shy type
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| And I think I’m doing all right
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| Considering what it was like within my life
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| It’s all sunshine, It’s nothing but sunshine
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| It’s all sunshine, It’s nothing but sunshine
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| It’s nothing but sunshine…
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| Now it’s been 17 summers since I’ve seen my mother
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| But every night I see her smile inside my dreams
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| When I was younger, I didn’t actually see the accident happen
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| But every night I see her smile as if a shadow’s against the screens
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| I can only imagine Dad’s internal reaction
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| Straint, infernal burning baloney his brain
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| Once it takes to make the man that owns achres of land
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| Abandon the family plan, he drowns himself in his grains
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| I’m glad I left that farm in northern Minnesota
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| Where the time moves slower and the winters are colder
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| Became a city boy where everybody acts like they hold off
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| Where they stick to themselves and keep a chip on his shoulder
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| 26 years of age, no longer full of rage
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| I think it’s safe to say that I turned the page of my childhood days
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| Look Ma! |
| I’m a productive member of society!
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| When I’m drunk I make noise, but otherwise I live quietly
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| And on the weekend I go back up north to reminisce
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| Remember what it was like pretending to be a kid
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| Late at night I walk the fields, and lurk in the shadows
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| to get even with life by murdering cattle
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| MUHHHHHHHHH… MUHHHHHHHHH…
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| Come here, yeah! |
| Come here! |
| Yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| Uhhhh…
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| I got sunshiiiiiiiine… on a clouddddddy dayyyyyyy…
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| when it’s cold outsiddddddde… I got a month in Mayyy…
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| It’s all sunshine, It’s nothing but sunshine
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| It’s all sunshine, It’s nothing but sunshine
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| (and I’m gonna be alright, you’re gonna be alright
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| you ain’t gotta hold my hand, just walk with me tonight…)
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| It’s nothing but sunshine!
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| It’s nothing but sunshine!
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| and I’m gonna be alright
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| You’re gonna be alright
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| You ain’t gotta hold my hand
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| Just walk with me tonight… |