I was walking down the street
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looking at my feet
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I didn't have no shoes
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on the way to school
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looking at the fool
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and everybody knew
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but it was all right
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'cause my friends of mine
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knew I had a guitar
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they knew I would play
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become a big star
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and I would go so far
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remember the times
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when I didn't have a dime
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we remember the times
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when I didn't have a dime
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those were the best days
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going down the street playing at the mall
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on the cheap bikes
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looking for somebody to steel
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somebody to rob and somebody to fight
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I didn't know my name as well
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as I knew my friends
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but I knew we were so cool
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everybody wanted to play by their own rules
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we didn't go to school
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remember the time
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when I didn't have a dime
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I remember the times
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when I didn't have a dime
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those were the best days
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by the times I was 14 or 15
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trying to pass my driving test
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the thing to do was to drive to school
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'cause I could never win for best dressed
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I drove a raggedy car
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to sneaking to the bars
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young boy life has no stress
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watching cartoon
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and popping balloons
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that was the best
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remember the times
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when I didn't have a dime
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I remember the times
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when I didn't have a dime
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those were the best days
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Remember The Times
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| Lucy Pearl |
