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You wouldn't believe all the things that I've done |
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You just can't see 'cause you're young |
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I've paid my dues and I had my fun |
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You'll have yours too, son |
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You'll have yours too, son |
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You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away |
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You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day |
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Time has a way of breaking you down |
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Piece by piece |
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From your tooth to your claw |
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Oh, trust me my son |
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'Cause you're still young |
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You wouldn't believe all the things that I've seen |
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The girls I have known, and places I've been |
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I've stood at Pompeii, prayed to stones in Delhi |
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But you don't see shit when you look at me |
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I've watched the smoke rise from a prince's pyre |
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It don't look much different from a beggar's fire |
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I know you don't think much of me |
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But in time, you'll see |
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In time, my son |
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'Cause you're still young |
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Don't do what I've done |
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When I was young |
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I've got some wisdom |
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From the time that I've done |
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But you're still young |
