| Whatta you mean what was my childhood like?
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| What difference does that make?
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| Yo, my childhood was messed up, so what?
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| Everybody’s childhood was messed up
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| This is the 90's, find me one person who had it right
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| What’s that got to do with me rhyming?
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| What’s left?
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| (Slug)
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| Now when my mother died I had to take it in stride
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| There ain’t no room for pride in watching your father cry
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| And dad made it until maybe a year later
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| When they found his suicide inside of a grain elevator
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| Got over it, I had no other offers or options
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| Thought about whether or not mom and pop was watching
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| Never bothered with caution, no time for fear
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| Saw my folks carry fear for most my early years
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| And I learned from it, turned numb and ignored the storm
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| A burning sun waiting for the world to plummet
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| Finished growing up under my uncle’s roof
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| He taught me how to count all the way up to 100 proof
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| From watching him I learned how to gather nourishment
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| Living off the different women that he had to nurture him
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| And on the surface I became a normal pre-teen
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| More afraid of nuclear war than snake bites and bee stings
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| My best friend was my TV
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| Game shows and cartoons substituted for puppies, rainbows, and balloons
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| Now here I am, the shy type, and I think I’m doing alright
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| Considering what it was like living my life
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| Chorus (repeated)
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| It’s nothing but sunshine
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| It’s all sunshine
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| It’s nothing but sunshine
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| (Slug)
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| Now it’s been 17 summers since I’ve seen my mother
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| But every night I see her smile inside my dreams
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| When I was younger I didn’t actually see the accident happen
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| But every night I see her smile as it shatters against the screams
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| I can only imagine Dad’s internal reaction
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| Strain, inferno burning, bound in his brain
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| What’s it take to make a man who owns acres of land
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| Abandon the family plan and drown himself in his grains
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| I’m glad I left that farm in Northern Minnesota
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| Where the time moves slower and the winters are colder
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| Became a city boy, where everybody acts like they older
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| Where they stick to themselves and keep a chip on they shoulder
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| 26 years of age, no longer full of rage
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| I think it’s safe to say I’ve turned a page on my childhood days
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| «Ay yo look Ma, I’m a productive member of society
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| When I’m drunk I make noise, but otherwise I live quietly»
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| And on the weekend I go back up north to reminisce
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| Remember what it was like pretending to be a kid
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| Late at night I walked the fields and lurk in the shadows
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| Getting even with life by murdering cattle
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| Cow Skit
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| Chorus (repeated)
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| It’s all sunshine
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| It’s nothing but sunshine
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| It’s all sunshine
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| (And I’m gonna be alright, and you gonna be alright
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| You ain’t gotta hold my hand, just walk with me tonight)
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| Fade out
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| (What it is, it ain’t
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| And what it ain’t it is
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| Is a theme of a Virgo) |