(Rod Stewart / Gary Grainger)
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Started out like any one of you
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Good intentions and a degree
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But one hot night under the neon lights
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Killed a boy just seventeen
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Now I sit here rainin' on my Maker
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Reprieve is all I'm praying for
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Lord I fear the hangman's steps approachin'
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Will the priest knock gently on my door
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And I know I've let my daddy down
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and I broke my mother's heart
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I'd give anything turn back time again
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Just give me one more start
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I don't need no trial humiliation
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Just tell me that I'm heaven bound
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I don't want no two faced consolation
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What use is that to me six feet underground
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I'm going down to the engine shed
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Put a gun up to my head
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Blow myself into the promised land
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We call it scarred and scared
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And if you ever see my son again
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Don't let on just how I fared
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Tell him, tell him I went down big and strong
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I was never, never, never scarred or scared
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All the girls that once did gather 'round me
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have moved along to someone else
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Sitting here desperation is my close friend
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What I'd give to kiss one of them now
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Oo yeah I'll take you there
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I'll take ya there
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Scarred And Scared
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Rod Stewart |