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Skittles in my pockets so old Like the concrete stones I hold I can give you wisdom But I shook hands with nihilism and now I need to wash them Hiding in the music block unseen Ham and cheese sandwich up my sleeve Only got the twelve keys for company Maybe it's all I need You can call me a loner but I won't be alone You could say its beginning and there's a long winding road Cause I I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown-fuse, Half Eaten bowl of tomato soup I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown-fuse, Half Eaten bowl of tomato soup I got complimented on my air Buzz cut with the Nike Air's Teacher said I'll go far if I decide to settle down this time Struggle on the daily to eat Letras de cancionesA spoon of Coco Pops and broken families At least I get to solo on my guitar until the day turns dark You can call me a loner but I won't be alone You could say its beginning and there's a long winding road Cause I I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown-fuse, Half Eaten bowl of tomato soup I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown-fuse, Half Eaten bowl of tomato soup Cause I I was fourteen when I got the blues Such a sad boy difficult even to tie my shoes Better days I wanna meet 'em too I'm a blown-fuse, Half Eaten bowl of tomato soup From Letras Mania