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He's gone tonight |
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He's claiming the throne |
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Grant us some mercy |
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For you know nothing of the mess you're leaving behind |
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He shuffles the queen around in a deck of cards |
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I'm still trying to find answers to mend this broken heart |
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Ode to my father |
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Ode to my father |
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(It's over, my father, it's over) |
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It's this years addiction |
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Watching you walk out the door |
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The stench of the last look you gave to me |
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You're a perfectionist when it comes to it |
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It saddens me to know you could start a new life |
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Leaving everything behind |
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Now I am left to pick up the broken pieces |
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When I never asked to be here in the first place |
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And it lives with me every day |
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Down a whore's throat |
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Runnin' around |
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Runnin' around |
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Runnin' around round |
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Down a whore's throat |
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Now I am left to stitch up the pieces |
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And we'll give it a shot to live on |