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Seventeen



(dedicated to a dreamer)

At seventeen i used to lie in bed
wasting time working things out in my head
had enough of the life i`d seen
left my home when i was seventeen

at eighteen i was living in a dream
getting on in the music scene
no one could stop me i knew which way to go
but where was i going well i didn`t really know

life`s a bitch if you know what i mean
leaving home when you`re seventeen
life on the dole ain't no rock n roll
packed my bags and i was down the road

at nineteen it was no longer a dream
my dream had become reality
seeing the world and places i`d never seen
rock n roll life was the life for me

my life was a bitch if you know what i mean
said goodbye to my folks at seventeen
life on the dole was no rock n roll
had to get away from the hell hole..

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  • YoursTrulyJulie gold member
    November 20, 2008

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    Wow ! !

    You have penned a really good poem here I think we all thought we knew it all at 17 didn't we?