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My father spent his days working on the outside Breaking his back to put cloths on mine When I think of all, all of my heros He is the first one that comes to my mind, my mind My mother filled my head with beautiful day dreams Someday you'll be a king, or the president You know somedays, I still believe her But today I'm too busy trying to scrape up my rent Well, come on Cinderella Fold you're umbrella And feel the rain 'Cause it ain't so strange And I got a brother who's a sinner He grows a strange crop in his backyard When the cops come and take him away Would they even care that He taught his little brother how to play his guitar? Well, come on Cinderella Fold you're umbrella And feel the rain 'Cause it ain't so strange Well, come on Cinderella Fold you're umbrella And feel the rain 'Cause it ain't so strange From Letras Mania