Well I used to be a young kid.
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A really dumb kid.
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Racing bikes around the block for the neighborhood props.
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In Wyoming yeah.
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Was it all that bad.
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There's a crazy bald woman wearing winter clothes.
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In summer wonder what she wears when it snows.
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And I'm really scared.
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Really really scared.
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The next door lady's been giving me stares.
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I'm setting firecrackers off in her mailbox.
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Because she made me mad.
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So she'll have to pay.
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You will never see me on West B street.
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The cat lady's still singing you won't see me.
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No you will never find me on West B street.
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Because the neighbor next door she scares me on West B.
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Well now I swore to the officer he ran this way.
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But there's no footprints in the snow today.
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And I know I'm caught.
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Brother's bawling his head off.
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But what can you say when you're only nine.
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It's just one broken window to pass the time.
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And it seemed so cool.
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But no one else was smiling.
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Now the twins down the street are in another fight.
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I think the one with the bullwhip will win this one.
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And they're running hard.
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Right through my yard.
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Well here is how that story twists.
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Somehow I became their nemesis.
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Now I'm on my roof.
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And it's starting to get dark.
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I had planned for years.
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My escape was clear.
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It's a long walk man.
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But it's beautiful to be here.
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On West B
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| Dear Ephesus |
