Dear Mom And Dad
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One, Two, Three, Four
Dear Mom and Dad
I guess you’re kinda worried about me
Well, don’t be
I’m living with some kids in a big ol’ house
And we help each other
Since being away i’ve met a lot of weirdos
Pot smokers, speed freaks
But I’ve found out how to tell the beautiful people from the phonies
Mom
Every afternoon I came home and I locked the door to my room
You thought I was doing homework
Well, I wasn’t
One, Two, Three, Four
Right now I’ve got to do what’s right for me
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