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アーティスト:Buck 65  アルバム:This Right Here Is Buck 65  作詞:AUSTIN CHARLES WISHART/CAMPBELL GRAEME ROSS/TERFRY RICHARD  作曲:AUSTIN CHARLES WISHART/CAMPBELL GRAEME ROSS/TERFRY RICHARD 

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I don't know whats wrong with the youth of today wondering lost it's true what they say and who is to blame? T.V and magazines, they'd have you belive, everyday was halloween. why when I was a kid, playing in the ditches living in fear of satan and the witches the whole world was made of wood and smelled like gasoline the days were atleast twice as long and the grass was green. running for my life I was cursed by a talking snake I'd walk all day and throw rocks across a bottomless lake. there was a killer in the woods who would whistle once in a while I could hear him shoot his pistol and the other kids hated me... but like a murderer i drove my self harder and harder blood in my eyes. scrubing to get the dirt off didn't say much didn't like to take my shirt off was quick but I didn't know the meaning of pain yet I'd visit father bob and he would show me his train set tell me a story, offer me a glass of milk send me on my way with a question to ask myself the rain didn't bother me the search had meaning church was good but I'd rather be dreaming


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