He was a kid, he was young. Too young to know what’s going on. I look him in the eyes and see a kid, that kid is me. And now he’s sitting in the corner of his room. What can he do? He was a kid, he was young. Too young to know what’s going on. I look in blue eyes and I see a kid, he looks like me. Will he save me, will he save my pride? Will he tell his children bedtime stories? Will he be my friend, playing in a punkrockband? That would be my dream. And when my time has come will he frame my picture? And memories live ‘cause he’s inside of me. I hope I'll never let him down.
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