And I sing songs about the past.
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How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass,
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Cause I didn't care.
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About going to school.
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And I saw the look in her eyes.
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My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had wanted to go,
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Just to prove them wrong.
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I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen,
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Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
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And I sing songs about my friends.
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The way we grew up, and all the lose ends we used to laugh,
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Cause we didn't give a damn.
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And I saw the look in my brother's eyes,
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When I told him I was leaving he couldn't help but despise me.
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He's wanted out his whole life.
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I've been smoking the green since I was merely sixteen,
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Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.
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And I sing songs about the past.
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I plead for relief,
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This town won't receive
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All the things that I want.
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The things that I need.
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And I'll beg and I'll beg.
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I'm down on my knees.
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Mama, oh mama,
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Let me please leave
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I plead for relief.
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This town won't receive,
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All the things that I want.
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The things that I need.
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All I ever wanted was love.
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The Past
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| Never Shout Never |
