Dear mother,
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Can you hear me whining?
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It's been three whole weeks
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Since that I have left your home
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This sudden fear has left me trembling
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Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
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And I'm feeling so alone
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Pay attention to the cracked streets
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And the broken homes
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Some call it the slums
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Some call it nice
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I want to take you through
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a wasteland I like to call
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my home
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Welcome To Paradise
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A gunshot rings out at the station
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Another urchin snaps and left dead on his own
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It makes me wonder why I'm still here
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For some strange reason it's now
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Feeling like my home
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And I'm never gonna go
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Pay attention to the cracked streets
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And the broken homes
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Some call it slums
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Some call it nice
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I want to take you through
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a wasteland I like to call
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my home
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Welcome To Paradise
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Dear mother,
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Can you hear me laughing
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It's been six whole months since
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Since that I have left your home
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It makes me wonder why I'm still here
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For some strange reason it's now
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Feeling like my home
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And I'm never gonna go
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Pay attention to the cracked streets
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And the broken homes
|
Some call it the slums
|
Some call it nice
|
I want to take you through
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a wasteland I like to call
|
my home
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Welcome To Paradise
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Welcome To Paradise
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Green Day |