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• Artiste: Edwin McCain
• Titre: Solitude
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Tim he was a good friend Yea was a brother of mine We were imaginary comic book superheroes Kids wasting time We were prisoners of our youth We were growing up strong 'Til the day he was taken away For something he did wrong Tim came 'round just the other day And boy he had some stories to tell His mama kept him locked up in a rehab Although the doctors said he was well He said yeah I been through the anger And the hatred towards my mom And I put all that behind me Just tell me what was it like to go to your prom He said thank you mom for fixing My clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude Well growing up these days just ain't easy And the kids they're doing the best that they can So mama you better think twice Before you lock your kid up and throw away the key 'Cause soon your little boy is gonna be a man He said thank you mom for fixing My clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude Tim left town yesterday He left me with these words He said yeah I know this life's got a lot to give But my childhood is gone And I'm not afraid of dying I'm gonna grab the world by the horns and learn how to live He said thank you mom for fixing My clouded broken mind But excuse me if I seem a little rude While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude