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Now darling, go and try to make up with your mama |
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Pick up the phone and call yourself you're papa |
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Try to make ammense before they're dead |
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And brother, go and try to get your shit together |
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No one expects you always to be clever |
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Whether you've done the best or worst its all you can |
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A father, son and some messed up folks |
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This blighted tree's been trimmed, |
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But these limbs to grow |
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Hold on to hope |
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Try to understand, try understand, try to understand |
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I ain't your man, |
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So go dust it off, go walk it off... |
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Now mamma, try opening up your mouth to all these children |
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Speak up and let some wisdom flow right through to them |
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Well from your lips to someone ears its said, or so its said |
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Now a father, son and some messed up folks |
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I think i'll get it someday, but for now i won't |
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Hold on to hope |
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Well me, i, guess we should have all just stuck together |
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Take my own advice try to get better |
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Cause whether its the best or worst, it's all i can, oh man |
