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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Scabs
The Scabs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Guy Swinnen
Guy Swinnen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jean-Marie Aerts
Jean-Marie Aerts
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I was thrown in a world full of disaster
I grew up with my disillusions
Someone smashed my toys when I was only four
And later on my best friend stole my favorite matchbox car
[Verse 2]
My favorite matchbox car
My favorite matchbox car
My favorite matchbox car
My favorite matchbox car
Favorite matchbox car
Favorite matchbox car
[Verse 3]
The first girl I ever had, she left me for a man
The priest who thought he knew it all, he kicked me in the balls
Because he didn't understand the way I felt
I was talking to a wall, I was talking to a wall
[Verse 4]
But don't expect I'll be depressed I learned how to get along
But don't expect I'll be depressed I learned how to get along
But don't expect I'll be depressed I learned how to get along
How to get along, how to get along, I learned how to get along
[Verse 5]
My favorite matchbox car
My favorite matchbox car
My favorite matchbox car
My favorite matchbox car
My favorite matchbox
My favorite matchbox
My favorite matchbox
My favorite matchbox car
Written by: Guy Swinnen
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