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Every Picture Tells a Story |
Spent some time feelin’ inferior Standin’ in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways But I came out lookin’ just the same Daddy said son you better see the world I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to leave. But remember one thing don’t lose your head To a woman that’ll spend your bread So I got out
Paris was a place you could hide away If you thought you didn’t fit in French police wouldn’t give me no peace, Just claimed I was a nasty person Down along the left bank, minding my own, Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot When all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused
Down in rome I wasn’t getting enought Of the things that keep a young man alive My body stunk but I kept my funk at a time
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