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When i was young |
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I would scream blue murder |
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Till i had my own way |
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Run from the family |
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And tell of a story to spite my elders |
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Round and round, the boy |
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In the garden of lies and science fiction |
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Brother and sister and father of mine |
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Keep us together and keep us in line |
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A lot we depend on a lot we can do |
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Send love to mother i'll be good to you |
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To pollute the mind of a minor |
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The only escape from the rigours of life |
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Pretend we're a family and believe |
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In the virtues of truth |
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Round and round, caught up |
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In a garden of lies and deception |
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Brother and sister and father of mine |
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Keep us together and keep us in line |
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A lot we depend on a lot we can do |
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Send love to mother i'll be good to you |
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Round and round and round and round |