| Into the darkness he was sent by parents'
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| Who were ignorant hm, hm Tied down to his mother’s strings
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| Unable to be anything hm, hm Puzzled by the things he hears
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| The father thinking work comes first
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| Ain’t got the time to quench a thirst
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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| Once he was a child, a beautiful child
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| A child of clay shaped and molded
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| Into what he is today
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| But who is to blame for this child of clay
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| Going out into the street at night
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| The answers he may meet hm hm With sick and twisted minds
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| He shares the searching questions
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| His heart bears hm hm And from the dregs
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| The answers find their way into his supple mind
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| In time the planted seeds will grow
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| Into a twisted vine below
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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| And now his aimless days begin
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| To drift into sordid sin hm, hm And soon his dislike turns to hate
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| As the stamp of life seals his fate hm, hm and so the night conceals his name
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| And the days sleep off his shame
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| Deprived of love and wrought by fear
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| A feeling that the end is near
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| No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, |