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Sun was comin' up on New OrleansWhen I opened my eyesIt was another perfect morningI didn't know where I wasOr where I was goingFor most of my lifeIf there was a chance to fuck it upWell...I didYeah...I didWell...I didA ridiculous existenceNow I'm looking backAll kinds of thoughts come to meBut all I can think isI'm sorryWell...I'm sorryAnd let the truth be knownI've got to walk aroundIn my own tennis shoesThe truth be knownI've had to learn to liveIn this world on my ownLet the truth be knownNobody showed meHow it's supposed to goLetras de cancionesLet the truth be knownI've learned to walk aroundIn my own tennis shoesLook at me nowIt's pretty hard to believe itThat pitiful boyYou can barely see himI don't beg nothing from no oneMow my lawn on the weekendsJust a regular guy nowFrom the gutters of New OrleansAnd...I'm happyYeah...I'm happyAnd let the truth be known... From Letras Mania