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[Verse 1]
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On a lone and windy hilltop beneath a roof of tin
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In a little wallpapered bedroom I done my growin'
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'Twas there I dreamt my dreams, there I hung my jeans
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And wandered through my puberty as all do

[Verse 2]
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My mother was a tight knot bound up with false guilt
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Strapped up in her fearing wall she had built
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An independent girl in a dark and cruel world
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She'd lost the way to say, "OK, now lay back"

[Verse 3]
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We disagreed on most things, I shouted peace and love
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The family of mankind, the symbol of the dove
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She only saw the surface of things before her face
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But I was young and argued on for hours

[Verse 4]
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My father he liked poetry, a scholar he might have made
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Had he not been born a poor boy barefoot and underpaid
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So the man worked with his hands   up and down the land
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His dreams forgot he thought that I must follow

[Verse 5]
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With his Marxist worker's wisdom he'd read a thing or two
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He once had been a Mason but he never followed through
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Always kind and thoughtful, smelling of machine oil
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And he read me poetry of visio-naries

[Verse 6]
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I flunk my way to college, a looser kind of school
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Got me borrowed play time arty, feeling cool
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Just to live an artist, diggin' the ravin' scene
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Reading Kerouac and Ginsberg well deuced

[Verse 7]
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I was not academic, Art and English lit
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The history of mankind I liked that a bit
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And what was I to do, the choices they were few
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A downright disgrace to the working classes
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A downright disgrace to the working classes
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A downright disgrace to the working classes
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A downright disgrace to the working classes