| Come on, mama
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| Take off these chains
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| Why don’t you set me up front
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| Where the other’s arranged?
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| How come you never take me to town
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| Dress me on up, parade me around?
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| Playing make believe, but no one’s around
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| A radio with no sound
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| Got it all figured out by the age of thirteen
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| Video games, and porn magazines
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| Keep to myself, silent as the snow
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| Slam the door to my room, I don’t care anymore
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| Playing make believe, but no one’s around
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| Radio with no sound
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| Life ain’t nothing like a railroad track
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| It’ll lead you there, it don’t lead you back
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| Sit 'round, drink 'til my dying day
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| And let the death of damnation take me away
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| Playing make believe, but no one’s around
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| Radio with no sound
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| Still playing make believe, but no one’s around
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| Radio with no sound |