They say the day That I was born It rained here And yet it was the best Day of your life. And who would ever dream A child sweet as I seem Would be the source of So much pain and strife Every time I tried To take the high road Something deep inside me Dragged me down Wherever I appear Came hate, despair and fear Seems trouble always Followed me around Say it's not too late for You to hold me You were always there When times were bad And they're so bad The love you gave to me So unconditionally So sad, so sad Born bad Nary have I written you A letter Hardly have I called Lest things were bad And all those I called friends Are all gone in the end In truth you were the best I ever had Mama, is it too late For you to hold me? You were always there When times were bad And they're so bad The love you gave to me So unconditionally So sad, so sad Born bad I don't want to go I don't want to go I'm not nearly yet No! No!
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