When I was quite young
I had learned to fear
I was taought to listen
But not to hear
From my mother's arms
I was cruelly torn
And they whipped my ass
On the day I was born
Little brother died
At the age of five
They said, "He lost his soul, he was not

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Wish That I Could Read You Mind
Not an addict
Lonely At The Top
Alles
Dear Mr Cooper
You blues
Always
Man in Black