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I got nothing to lose I missed the school I packed my vaults And said goodbye to all At 23 Trousers with holes My ripped shoes My broken hopes My friends all are gone At 23 I was too old For music school But I was too young To lead My way all alone At 23 And i wonder If there's somebody outside Do you remember me? I got my World on my back At twenty fucking three! In a homeless mind All that wasted time I feel so old but ain't a man Nowhere to arrive At 23 I cannot sleep how does it feel? No one will care no one will believe Alone in streets At 23 Hopeless and wrong Angry and alone Another night Sleeping on the ground At 23 And i wonder If theres somebody outside Do you remember me? I got my World on my back At twenty fuckin three! Jajaja...jajaja...happy... Happy birthday son of a bitch! And I wonder If there's somebody outside Do you remember me? I got my World on my back At twenty fuckin three!