| I was brought up on the streets, British working class
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| My mother played piano, it echoes from the past
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| My father was a drinking man working all his life
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| Keeping us together through the trouble and the strife
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| I was brought up in the back streets
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| Trying to find my own feet
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| School of hard knocks
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| My brother had a friend, he taught me some guitar
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| I didn’t have a clue I just felt it in my heart
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| I was playing, praying, trying to break away
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| Looking for my future down the Rock 'n' Roll highway
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| I was running on the back streets
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| Rocking to my own beat
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| School of hard knocks
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| I was trying to find my own feet
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| Rocking to m the back streets
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| Running from the back streets
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| School of hard knocks
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| Playing in a band, it’s harder than you think
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| Trying to keep away from the drug abuse and drink
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| I lost a lot of friends but I had to make a choice
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| To find another path and hear my inner
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| Voice
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| I was rocking on the back streets
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| Trying to find my own feet
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| I was rocking on the back streets
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| Trying to find my own feet
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| Brought up in the back streets
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| At the school of hard knocks
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| School of hard knocks |