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I had it tough when I was just a little kid
It didn't matter what I thought, it didn't matter what I did
I felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start
It did a number on my head, it could never touch my heart
'Cause I had just enough imagination
Just enough to keep the faith. Somehow I would think of what to do
When I'd get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion
All the angels came around to help me through
Life pulls fast changes
Wind blows past pages
All I see is I don't need this
High strung tightrope walk
Ticking timebomb clock
Scratch my name off
Cut these chains
I'm free
Kicking out that prison I am free
Singing those words of wisdom let it be
Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me
(And there ain't nothing you can do about it!)
In the stress to be the best, I've done it all
I've slammed the doors, I've jammed the locks
I've laid the bricks, I've built the walls
No one could tell me back then why joy eluded me
Kept bumping into that misery locked up deep down inside of me
Took that rage and I turned that page and I
Packed my tools went back to school
And I passed my graduation and I hold my Ph.D.
In crash test blues I paid those dues
I'm free
Kicking out that prison I am free
Singing those words of wisdom let it be
Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me
Time flies by in photographs
And paper scraps and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers
Three times takes me home
I'm free
Kicking out that prison I am free
Singing those words of wisdom let it be
Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me
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