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I was born in 1956
When my father had too much to drink
A thing he choose not to repeat
Not with my mum anyway
I grew up in the 1960s
In a small suburban street
It was the time for love and peace
But not at my house unfortunately
Who I am to complain
'Bout my influences?
How can I be to blame
Left with the consequences
I rebelled in the 1970s
Grew my hair then shaved it off
I burnt my bridges and my brain
I even tried to burn, my flares
I endured the 1980s
Began to write started to sing
Fame was an allusion
I was still losing
Who I am to complain
'Bout my influences?
How can I be to blame
Left with the consequences
Now I'm living in the noughties
Things aren't getting any clearer
My vision is disappearing
Is this end I'm nearing
The end
When my father had too much to drink
A thing he choose not to repeat
Not with my mum anyway
I grew up in the 1960s
In a small suburban street
It was the time for love and peace
But not at my house unfortunately
Who I am to complain
'Bout my influences?
How can I be to blame
Left with the consequences
I rebelled in the 1970s
Grew my hair then shaved it off
I burnt my bridges and my brain
I even tried to burn, my flares
I endured the 1980s
Began to write started to sing
Fame was an allusion
I was still losing
Who I am to complain
'Bout my influences?
How can I be to blame
Left with the consequences
Now I'm living in the noughties
Things aren't getting any clearer
My vision is disappearing
Is this end I'm nearing
The end
Lyrics submitted by bananahero
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