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Ten, Ten years, |
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Ten years too young to die |
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Too many times |
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I tried to talk |
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You still don't understand |
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Too many times you tried to say |
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I`m not your kind of man |
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Still it's time for me to come |
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I really want to know |
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Is it time for me to come |
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Or time for me to go |
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Sunday morning got to settle down |
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Got to get my feet back on the ground |
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Ten, ten years, |
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Ten years to young to die |
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Ten, nine, eight, a-seven, six |
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To many times you tried to talk, |
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I still don't understand |
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To many times you tried to say |
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I`m not your kind of man |
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Still it's time for me to come |
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I really want to know |
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Is it time for me to stay |
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Or time for me to go |
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Someday, Monday got to settle down |
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Got to get my feet back on the ground |
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Thursday, |
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Friday, got nothing to show |
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Got to be this punk |
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I just don't know |
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Someday, Monday got to settle down |
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Got to get my feet back on the ground |
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Wednesday, |
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Thursday, got nothing to show |
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Why don't you tell me something |
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I don't know |
