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Street Kid

Jan 1999 Flying Stone

1
Felt so bad, felt alone, called my mother after one and a half years.
"What do You want? Why do You call?" Fuck off!
Thought she would worry about her son. Think I was wrong, o. k. no problem at all.
Talked to my sisters some stupid things. Christmas.

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Living with the street.
Living with the street.

2
Every day got up at six, brought my little sisters to their children's group.
In the evening at eight had to be at home. Shit!
So many parties I have missed. Then from some day started coming late.
My mother angry, she threw me out. Fuck off!

3
Three years ago the first time my father called me from abroad, far in the north.
Never saw him. What kind of man? Tell me!
Every day I drink my beer. When I'm drunken can beg so much easier.
Some day my dogs and me will visit him. Spring time.

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