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They call him Johnny,
the boy,
who keeps running around,
with his childish joy.
...
Walking in a field of blood,
a thousand souls torn apart.
Waitiong for someone to help me, save me
but here there is just no way out
...
They try to tell me what to do
they try to make me a different person
they want me to be just the way they are.
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They Call Him Johnny
They call him Johnny,
the boy,
who keeps running around,
with his childish joy.
They call him Johnny,
the youth,
whose mind always wanders,
seeking for the truth.
They call him Johnny,
the man,
who still lives with his folks
without a real based plan.
They call him Johnny,
the father,
the son and the lover,
who knew joy and truth, and plans and youth.
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