| Memories come down and me once again
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| caught without an umbrella
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| memories come down and me once again
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| caught without an umbrella
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| Well it was not -that he was particularly
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| suicidal he just didn’t care wether he lived or died though
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| it was just a matter of time
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| you got yours and I got mine
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| when he turned sixteen
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| they said he could drive
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| when he turned eighteen they said he could die
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| when he turned twenty one he could buy rum
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| but no one ever taught him
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| how things were done
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| then an angel appeared inside his head
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| she said boy do you think
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| you’re realty better off dead
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| he don’t know he just shook his heed
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| 'Cause he thought the day that he died
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| would be a normal day for the people on the other side
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| He thought that the day that he died
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| would be a normal day for the people on the other side
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| but memories come down and me once again
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| caught without an umbrella
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| But time was a matter of velocity
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| in this age of information and technology
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| he would cry in the shower
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| put his face in a towel hot from the dryer
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| then he sat down and wrote a note to his mom
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| when all is said and done
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| can I still be your son
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| because manhood is so elusive
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| and respect is so exclusive
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| and I got a daddy to prove it I think I’ll never get to shake it and move
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| then he tied a rope around his neck
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| looked in the mirror and said what the heck
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| I’m gonna bring the whole roof down with me and then he jumped
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| Come in Vernon'
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| But halt way down
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| he heard what the angel said
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| and he realized -he really didn’t want to be dead
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| he landed with a thump- his head was reeling
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| layin in a lump- looked up at the ceiling
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| and saw that the rope… had broke
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| well he failed at the only thing
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| that he thought he couldn’t fail at that was takin’his own life
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| and he said I kinda like livin'
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| he could feel his heart makin a boom
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| sounded like music in the next room
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| music in the next room
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| he said it’s time for a celebration
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| felt his hands looked at his face
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| lifted the rope off his throat, I ain’t such a disgrace.
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| he said manhood is so elusive and respect is so exclusive
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| and I gotta daddy to prove, that some people never get to shake it and move.
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| And He knew that the day that he tried
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| was not a normal day for the people
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| And memories come down and me once again
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| am caught without an umbrella |