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Every Picture Tells A StorySpent time feelin' inferior standing' in front of my mirrorCombed my hair in a thousand ways, but I came out lookin' just the same Daddy said, son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave But remember one thing, don't lose your head to a woman that'll spend your bread So I got out Paris was a place you could hide away, if you felt you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace, they claimed I was a nasty person Down along the left bank, minding my own Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot, when all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused I moved on Down in rome I wasn't getting enough Of the things that keep a young man alive My body stunk, but I kept my funk at a time when… |