| Love and laughter fills his life today
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| Dragged into this world and thrown away
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| She never wanted you, better things to do
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| You won’t remember…
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| Drawn to the door, whizzing through the week
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| Dancing round the fire with the rest of the freaks
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| Oh no, no, things are different now
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| Don’t let these days of doubt
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| Turn him inside out
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| His second mother holds him to her breast
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| She sees her children come and go
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| Ripping the heart from her
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| All of them part of her
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| And some will remember…
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| Time heals all wounds they say
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| She can’t let them take her boy away
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| This son, oh, she would die without
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| Don’t let these days of doubt
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| Turn her inside out
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| When she was young, the world was a different place…
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| After all
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| And his heart is in his home
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| There helplessly waiting for someone to smash his world to pieces
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| Ignorant and cruel
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| Social student fools
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| Pull him to the right, pull him to the left
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| Pull him by the arms, pull him by the legs
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| Let go!
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| Oh, things are different now…
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| Don’t let these days of doubt
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| Turn them inside out
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| When you were young, they wore a different face
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| When she was young, the world was a different place
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| When you were young, they wore a different smile |