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Oh little boy Where do you go to disappear When they bulling you and give you bad nicknames? No one helps you You are alone and stops they there try to come to you Because you don’t trust them I hate when they bulling you I hate when I can see you cry in silence When I can hear you scream on help I can also see your friend and enemy The boy who had 2 faces One there will be tour friend and protector And another there will be in club with the smart guys They are like the guys in “Son of Satan” If they could trey would kill you slow -very inspired of the middle age They say if I know the feeling when they make you to a thing at a museum They can lay and look at you and they runs after you I know a special place you can go to When the whole world not are to live in It’s call for music Take my earplugs and run with me to the land of pop, country, rock, R’B and reggae I will waiting for you at the station Oh little boy Where do you go to disappear? | ||||||||||||||
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