| Picked up by the police, only seventeen
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| What did he do, what did he say?
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| His father left him as a little boy
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| His mother turned tricks just to buy his toys
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| Seventy-two hour evaluation
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| Immediate psychiatric help
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| But Johnny wasn’t crazy
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| He was just an angry boy
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| Hey!
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| Years later nothing much has changed
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| Liquor, drugs, and gangs have made him a man
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| Living in the streets in a world of his own
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| He stops and watches his heart turn to stone
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| He’s an important person now
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| He’s running with a wayward crowd
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| But Johnny wasn’t crazy
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| He was just a lonely boy
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| Hey!
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| The pain got too great, an eventual suicide
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| Fear and anger were trapped deep inside
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| If only Johnny could have opened up his heart
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| Then me and Johnny would’ve never had to part
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| He’s tired of running the vicious circle
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| He loaded and cocked his .45
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| But Johnny wasn’t crazy
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| He was just a frightened boy
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| Oh, how many Johnnys must there be?
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| Oh, Johnny, how I wish you were here
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| Oh, how many Johnnys must there be?
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| Oh, Johnny, how I wish you were here
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| Oh, Johnny, how I wish
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| Oh, how I wish you were here |