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I was walking down the street |
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Looking at my feet, |
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I didn't have no shoes |
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On the way to school |
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Looking like a fool and everybody knew |
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But it was alright' |
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Cause my friends of mine, knew |
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I had a guitar |
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They knew |
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I would play |
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Become a big star and |
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I would go so far |
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Remember the times |
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When I didn't have a dime |
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We remember the times |
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When we didn't have a dime |
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Those were the best days |
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Going down the street |
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Playing at the mall on them cheap bikes |
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Looking for somebody to steal |
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Somebody to rob and somebody to fight |
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I didn't know my name as well as |
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I knew my friends |
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But I knew we were so cool |
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Everybody wanted to play by their own rules |
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We didn't go to school |
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I remember the time |
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When we didn't have a dime |
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I remember the time |
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When we didn't have a dime |
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Those were the best days |
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By this times |
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I was fourteen or fifteen |
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Trying to pass my driver's test |
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The thing to do was to drive to school' |
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Cause I could never win for best dressed |
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I drove a raggedy car to sneaking bars |
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Young boy life has no stress |
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Watching cartoons and popping balloons |
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That was the best |
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Remember the times |
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When I didn't have a dime |
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I remember the times |
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When I didn't have a dime |
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Those were the best days |
