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(This brings us up to date. The reason why I am here. Well it's not long after we moved. |
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It's about three months. We found out we were going to have a baby. Unfortunately, not by choice. |
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It just happened. And I have no idea what to do. We don't have any money. We don't have much space. |
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We're 18 and on our own. You know? I came out here to get away, have a fresh start. |
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This makes it hard. You haven't said anything in a while. You're not even listening.) |
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Yes I am. |
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Go ahead and sell me more. |
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Oh, yes I love to hear every word you say. |
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So let it out, don't let it stay. |
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'Cause that's what kills and that's what hurts. |
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When you're stuck inside and you can't get out. |
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But here's what's worse: |
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When you have to lie because you're stuck inside this shallow mind. |
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That won't see himself for what he is. |
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The truth behind what he gives to the world and himself |
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And what he thinks he is. |
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You can't hurt anyone 'cause you only give. |
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Oh, that's you. |
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(Not that's not me and I never said it was. |
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I bet you're saying this because you probably did the same thing with me.) |
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Oddly enough, I'm on my way. |
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Now see, it's natural to assume the worst when you're raised to only trust yourself. |
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But I must agree, you should know that you have been quite wrong. |
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Your dad is right, it's not his fault. |
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You only see what you need to see to feel worse for your sorry life; |
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Not to fix it, but to only hide behind walls you put up. |
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So continue feeling bad for yourself, it's not your fault it's everyone else. |
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There's one thing you fail to see. |
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You're a man, you're your father's son. |
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You both decided it was best to run |
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And now you're stuck being him. |
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So forget the plans you had for life, |
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It's time to learn it's time for people to try to look at things for what they are. |
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And not the best story line. |
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The best story line... |
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The best story line... |
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The best story line... |
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The best story line... |
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The best story line... |
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(Hi, my name is Dean. I grew up in a small suburb town about 40 miles from the city. |
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It's a quiet place but people have the biggest mouths. |
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It's the kind of place where people care more about your stories |
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Than who you actually are. I guess that kind of makes sense when I look at myself.) |