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Walking dead on two burned feet |
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Do you have anything left to say to me? |
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From barber chairs and baseball gloves to calling names and slaps and drugs |
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From, "Son, you could have been someone" to "Hey there, meet my only son" |
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Lost in the mail for a convenient month |
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A graduation unattended, five hundred miles, five hundred days |
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We'll never talk, let's count the ways we fake it over every break |
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And you kick yourself for making this mistake |
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Actions dismantle litigation |
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I thought this would be easier for me |
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Another forced smile on vacation |
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Another disappointment paves itself into a two-way street |
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And I see you inside myself, I want to climb out of my skin |
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I see you in myself every day and once again |
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I was your worst mistake, your connection to a 30 year hate |
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I tried hard not to believe it, I'll try harder not to feel it |
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So here's to you |
