As far as I know
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It was a grey November day,
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in 1959 when it began
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my mum used to wash
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all my tears away
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trying to protect her little son
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I was supposed to be a doctor
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I was supposed to be a man
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who works hard for the government
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hard ?il the very end
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I was supposed to be a banker
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I was supposed to be a whore
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then music came, heaven sent
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became my only friend
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my love and my helping hand
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and it never let me down
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it? been a long way
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from that grey november, grey november day
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?il today
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from that grey november day
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then dad disappeared
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I dried my mummy? tears
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fought against my fears and lost my way
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ten years ago
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my daughter said : hello
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hope started to grow
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day by day
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I was supposed to be a loser
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I was supposed to be a clown
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who drowned in the summer rain
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jumped off the running train
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I was supposed to be a popstar
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I was supposed to be a jerk
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Who doesn? know where he`s coming from
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a singer without a song
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no clue how to get along
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but they were all wrong
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It? been a long way..........
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I was supposed to be a doctor
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I was forced to heal myself
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It felt good in the summer rain
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Free and without a pain
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I was supposed to be a loser
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but I never lost myself
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in this forest of memories
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I started to climb the trees
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Not a single one? too high
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As far as I know
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It was a grey november day
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in 1959 when it began
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I still dream of dad
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Who sits next to the sun
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And I hope he sees his son
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Walk on
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Grey November Day
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| Fury in the Slaughterhouse |
