They say the day that I was born
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It rained here
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Yet it was the best day of your life
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And who'd ever dream
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A child sweet as I seemed
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Would be the source of
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So much pain and strife
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Ohh..
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Ever time I tried to take the high road
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Something deep inside me dragged me down
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Wherever I appeared
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Came hate, despair and fear
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Seemed trouble always followed me around
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Say it's not too late for you to hold me
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You were always there
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When times were bad
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And they're so bad
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The love you gave to me
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So unconditionally
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So sad
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So sad
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Born bad
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Nary have I written you a letter
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Hardly have I called as things were bad
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And all those I called friends
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Are all gone in the end
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In truth you were the best I ever had
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Mom, is it too late for you to hold me
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You were always there
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When times were bad
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And they're so bad
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The love you gave to me
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So unconditionally
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So sad
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So sad
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Born bad
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I don't wanna go
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I don't wanna go
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I'm not ready yet..
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No.. no..
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Born Bad
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Voltaire |