When I was growing up And times were hard Many people often thought They owned me When I got older I knew that they were wrong But now that conviction Has outgrown me Once I knew a beggarman Like you or me He cried out: I want no one to hold me. He chased after freedom And he drank from every cup Now he knows everything But why he's lonely I knew a girl From a fancy school Who hated lies She threw away illusions From her hand She kicked away each fading truth As it came under her eyes When she looked down She had no place to stand I know that people Can get messed up bad Not even believe They can get through it all Someone to love And someone's child Are simple things, it's true But in this world We never made The simple things will doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
