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I was eleven |
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In 1987 |
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1987 |
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I had a pretty good nature |
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Based on religion |
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And some good 'ole literature |
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As my life went on and on |
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I was no longer a good son |
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Nothing they don't go so wrong |
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My mother and I don't get along |
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Get along, get along |
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When I was eleven |
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I believed in heaven |
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I believed in heaven |
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I would pray for hours |
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My religion teacher |
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There's no need to lecture me |
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He told me I was a failure |
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Cause I spent too much time |
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Playing games on my computer |
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When I was eleven |
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???? |
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And my number two heaven |
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No..... |
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As my life went on and on |
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I was no longer a good son |
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Nothing they don't go so wrong |
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My father and I don't get along |
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Get along, get along |
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No..... |
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As my life went on and on |
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I was no longer a good son |
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Nothing they don't go so wrong |
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My mother and I don't get along |
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Get along, get along |
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Get along, get along |
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Get along, get along |
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Get along, get along |
