| Take his statement, go get his pulse,
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| take his good name and make it yours.
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| I’ve read your books, and oh dear Lord, your father knows by now and you’re all
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| mine.
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| No one’s alone here, no one’s alone.
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| Tear off a limb and bleed a new home.
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| Follow me down, don’t say you wouldn’t.
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| You’re just as tragic as the worm you have born.
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| Mama say it sadly, now Mama say it low, «There's no blood like the blood of
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| your own»
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| Are we in? |
| Are we in?
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| When we were young we believed in our sins.
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| Like I could be the «one»
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| Yea, I will be his son.
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| Mama say Mama say «get out get out»
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| I’m shaking at your tree!
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| Your family’s begging down on their knees!
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| I’m tearing out your love.
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| I Can Beat Your Dad, I will be his son!
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| When we were young, when we were young
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| we just sinned to get along.
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| Get Young! |
| Get Along! |
| Don’t say you wouldn’t. |
| Get Young! |
| Get Along. |
| Don’t Say.
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| Don’t Say It.
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| Mama Say it Sadly, Mama Say It Low.
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| I’m shaking at your tree!
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| Your family’s begging down on their knees!
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| I’m tearing out your love.
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| I Can Beat Your Dad, I will be his son!
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| I Can be your son! |
| Don’t say we wouldn’t
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| I can be his son! |
| Don’t say we wouldn’t |