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As i was fourteen i was playful |
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I had a time when i was plainly touched |
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And played it as it lays |
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For a moment there was silence |
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To look for reasons is beside the point |
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And it won't last long |
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I was wrong i was cold enough |
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To smack you right in the face |
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All I want |
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All you don't |
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Will I be right or wrong |
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A kick, a punch, a final strike |
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It all came up the other night |
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I closed my fingers for a fight |
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When i was wrong |
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I read the book of bad temptations |
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Down the streets where I was feeling alright |
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And slept for quite a while |
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Still i heard something special |
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On a TV and all that i've ever seen |
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Is what I'll keep in mind |
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Well, I was wrong |
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Still I want so much to smack you right in the face |
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All I want |
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All you don't |
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Will I be right or wrong |
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A kick, a punch, a final strike |
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Bye now, saying goodbye |
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And I call now out for more |
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Will I be wrong |