| My kid’s got me worried
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| My kid’s acting strange
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| He was always cheerful
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| Now there’s been a change
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| We used to talk for hours
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| We ain’t talkin' anymore
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| He’ll sit and tap his fingers
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| Then he’s up and out the door
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| My kid was a reader
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| He always had a book
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| You gave my kid a book to read
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| And that was all it took
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| And now he don’t read nothing
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| He don’t even watch TV
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| He checks his watch time after time
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| And he hardly looks at me
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| There’s something goin' on
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| The kids are walkin' away
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| If we don’t help ‘em around
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| We’ll have some terrible dues to pay
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| There’ll be something goin' on
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| We might not get them back
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| The papers say this crack
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| Is killing a generation
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| My kid, he was happy
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| He tore around the place
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| You’d always hear him laughlng
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| With a grin across his face
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| Now he ain’t much for showers
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| He forgets to comb his hair
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| He looks in your direction
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| But he doesn’t know you’re there
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| ‘Cause there’s something goin' on
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| The kids are walkin' away
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| If we don’t help ‘em now
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| There’ll be some terrible dues to pay
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| There’s something goin' on
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| We might not get them back
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| The papers say this crack
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| Is killing a generation
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| My kid’s got me worried
|
| My kid’s acting strange
|
| He was always cheerful
|
| Now there’s been a change
|
| We used to talk for hours
|
| We ain’t talkin' anymore
|
| He’ll sit and tap his fingers
|
| Then he’s up and out the door
|
| But there’s something goin' on
|
| The kids are walkin' away
|
| If we don’t help ‘em around
|
| There’ll be some terrible dues to pay
|
| There’s something goin' on
|
| We might not get them back
|
| The papers say this crack
|
| Is killing a generation
|
| The papers say this crack
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| Is killing a generation |