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Yesterday's child was so full of grace-- So sad that today, he lives in disgrace The sorrow and tears that his Mama slew This isn't the boy that she raised and knew Only a second--for a cheap thrill Now is life has fallen--it's sliding downhill And anger, hurt, and occasionally shame Follow him around as he plays his sick game Of being so tough--mean and cruel This wasn't the boy that his Mama knew Yet hidden beneath his sardonic grin Is the little boy who wants...to begin again
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