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I've had these jeans since i was bornAnd now they're ripped and now they're tornAnd all my friends have skateboardsI want the toys of other boysI want a knife and a gun and thingsBut mom and dad will not give inAnd i can't put the needle inCan't put the needle inI can't put the needle inNo I can't put the needle inCan't put the needle inCan't put the needle inAnd now I know just what it isIt's called disease and it's got my headIt always runs where I hideToo scared too talk, too scared to tryToo scared to know the reasons whyAnd all my friends say bye byeAnd i can't put the needle inCan't put the needle inCan't put the needle inNo I can't put the needle inCan't put the needle inCan't put the needle inAnd i can't put the needle inCan't put the needle inCan't put the needle inNo I can't put the needle inCan't put the needle inCan't put the needle in