1977 I arrived a heavenly present
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The old man didnt want me
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Five boys before me five mouths to feed
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No sleep stressed out
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I guess the old boy changed
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Instead of giving me up
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He done gave me his name
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David J little Day
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They use to call me Baby Day
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But my brother couldn't say it
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So they called me Bayday
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Hand me downs and beat downs, what...
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Lippy little mother fucker gettin' tossed around
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Lost and found childhood
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I'm only learnin' now,
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Life is like a carousel the way it turn around
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[Chorus]
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Seems like a tail that I long to tell,
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Jutebox quarter from the wishing well,
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These are the days that I know so well,
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Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
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Yesterday has past me
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I must let it go,
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Be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
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Yo, You remember when we use to play,
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Hide and go seek,ya, and nicky nicky nine doors, hell ya,
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We'd just like bang on the door and run the fuck out
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Livin' weeks for the weekend,
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Sneakin' out to meet friends,
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Snowy day was holiday,
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Fought with my pops so I had to run away,
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A natural, sabadical, man I mean an actual,
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Dramatic adic escape, now aint that radical,
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Coz thats the way we use to talk,
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Had a skate board so I never had to walk,
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Tony Hawk with the grip tape,
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And if that break, what a day, such a great mistake to have made,
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Cus pops was the guy who had paid, sorry pop
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[Chorus]
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Seems like a tail that I long to tell,
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Jutebox quarter from the wishing well,
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These are the days that I know so well,
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Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
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Yesterday has past me
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I must let it go,
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Be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
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Life is short with the complex,
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No map and no compass,
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Lifes a bitch givin' bad sex,
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She'll fuck you if she can and I'm only being honest,
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See I've seen a turn around,
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Of the carousel,
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Had the bridge and burned it down,
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Life is not a fairy tale,
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How very well I know,
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How rich can turn to poor,
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I use to have money,
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I don't have it any more,
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Just an optimistic pesimist,
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Glass half empty but its full of bliss,
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Use to be half full of piss and pestulence,
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Now I learned that ever of a ways a search for happiness,
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[Chorus]
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Seems like a tail that I long to tell,
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Jutebox quarter from the wishing well,
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These are the days that I know so well,
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Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
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Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
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Life keep turnin' like a carousel,
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Yes the day has past me I must let it go,
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And be the lonely poet they call Kyprios
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Carousel
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