If my mother had not died and my father left this child at home
Well, if my mother had not died and my father left this child at home
Oh well, maybe I wouldn’t be so miserable people, I wouldn’t be so all
Oh well, I was born in a small town
Well, I was raised down by the sea
Oh well, I was born in a small town
And I was raised down by the sea, oh yeah
But no matter where I travel you know somebody trying to hurt for me
Oh well, I’ve never been lying dead, I sat six feet in the grave
Yes I would, then to be lagging in this misery
Woah, hell and misery everyday

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