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There are words inside my bedroom |
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scribbled all across the wall |
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saying something bout the way that |
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you won't talk to us at all |
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and i don't believe your protest |
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that you swear you didn't know |
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how to even change a diaper |
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or to teach me how to throw |
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please don't go |
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please don't go |
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there were words you told my brother |
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how you never had the choice |
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to decide if you would father |
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two rambunctious little boys |
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please don't go |
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please don't go |
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now we're stuck in this together |
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and i don't think i can run |
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from the ties that you have started |
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from the sins that we've become |
