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Early years were a shroud man
Only a gray cloud, shot in the dark
Hangin' out with your dad
And his plans for revenge
In some hick-town
Caravan park
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down
Early years were a dreadnought
Waiting to tread board
My work down the pan
Hangin' round by the back door
One foot in the stage door
Some disaffected fly-by man
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down
Got wired by a cable
Got wild on a table
Scared the shit out of me
Oh but the free state
The snow and the greasepaint
I left the singin' family
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down
HATA BİLDİR
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