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Well, I was born December 17, 1986And I was cut out of my mommaJust another new-born Texas kidI met my brother on a WednesdayThat day I don't remember muchBut I knew that what we started,Nobody else could ever touchAnd I was born to protect you,You were born to protect meUntil we're both a couple of goners, That's the way it's gonna beBrother, don't let anyone tell you what to doHey Charlie, well this one's for youYeah this one's for youWell, I miss playing hours of 64, I miss sharing a roomI miss playing baseball in the driveway,And I miss when you used to say, "Now batting, Moises Alou"I thought we'd make it to that big show,I thought we'd be first round draft picksBut I was always better than you, babyYou gotta stop swinging at that high pitchLetras de cancionesAnd we ran away from church, ran away from schoolWe were climbing up that mountain, acting out movie scenes in the poolWe rode those mopeds into the sunset, fearless and trueHey Charlie, well this one's for youYeah this one's for youYeah this one's for you, yeah this one's for youYeah this one's for you, yeah well this one's for youYeah well this one's for you, yeah well this one's for youYeah well this one's for you, yeah well this one's for youYeah well this one's for you, yeah well this one's for youYeah well this one's for you, yeah well this one's for youYeah this one's for you From Letras Mania