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Way back when I was all of three |
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I fell down and skinned my knee |
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It didn't matter much to me |
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C'est la vie |
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At the tender age of ten, running wild and free |
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I didn't get no sympathy, fine by me |
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I wasn't concerned with the ways of the world and his wife |
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The pattern was set in stone for the rest of my life |
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It doesn't matter if I win or lose |
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As long as I am free to choose |
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It doesn't matter if I win or lose |
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As long as I am free to choose |
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I'd just turned seventeen when it all went wrong |
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So I sang a different song |
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In a strange and awkward key |
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Doh ray me |
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I cut myself some slack, I headed way down south |
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And though my heart was in my mouth |
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I knew that things would turn out fine |
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Just marking time |
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I wasn't concerned with the way of the world and his wife |
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That pattern was set in stone for the rest of my life |
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It doesn't matter if I win or lose |
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As long as I am free to choose |
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It doesn't matter if I win or lose |
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As long as I am free to choose |
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And how the years have flown and I'm full grown |
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With a small child of my own |
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Who fell down and skinned his knee |
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C'est la vie |
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He said |
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"It doesn't matter if I win or lose |
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As long as I am free to choose |
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It doesn't matter if I win or lose |
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As long as I am free to choose" |
