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on parole since the age of eighteenmade his mark on societyfound him in the wrong territoryhe was left for deadused to be such a precious young thingbut got caught up in some mixed up thingstook a bullet to the headnow he's left for deaddreams were set for momma's pride and joydon't forget daddy's little boynow, look and see know what you've donenow, you're left for deadshe was raised on a country farmnot with needles in her armsshe lived to fast and died too youngshe was left for dead
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