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Where do children go when they're not crying childish tears |
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They go to paradise up above and live throughout the years |
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But then where do they go when they do cause their parents grief |
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They spend all long years in a firey hell where there is no relief |
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In Purgatory, oh all the day |
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Purgatory is where the dead roll ever on |
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What's a poor kid going to do but go and shave their head |
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A life of crime is what they lead or wander the streets instead |
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Because anything must be better than already what they've had |
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And if you want any class of affirmation not preoccupation you must do something bad |
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Pray every bead on your rosary, be thankful and be true |
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For lies make baby |
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Christus cry and the horsemen come for you |
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A ghost white horse with snapping jowls and firey smokey eyes |
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And never can you run fast enough as you trip and fall aside |
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One morning when this life is over |
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I will fly away |
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No more shackles on my feet and no more tears |
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I will display |
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I won't need a sense of accomplishment no nothing |
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I ever got |
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And if I can hold it out |
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I'm sure I can forgo the lot |
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I'm closing doors and torturing those nearest me like a moth unto a flame |
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I don't know how this will end or how to deal with this pain |
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I need to find some sense of direction here past anything |
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I've tried |
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And by God of all this bullshit does it never not subside |
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They say psychology starts when you're younger but that |
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I cannot see |
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I've no idea what ever happened to me nor can |
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I explain this anxiety |
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I kept hearing |
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I was idle but |
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I can prosper just in spite |
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I'd be the working class hero of my ideals and family and |
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I make it right |
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But you can't meet the match to your state of being 'cause everyones changes hourly |
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And you can't expect only one person to satisfy you eternally |
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To satisfy you emotionally, psychologically, sexually and intellectually for life |
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You must love more than one person and pursue more than one thing boys and girls that is my advice |
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And now we've took to pining caoining for our spacious loss |
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I'd like to think my friend's not wandering for once he isn't lost |
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And not bound and chained to tread throughout all eternity |
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Anxious for dreams that we're back together, by dreams of what could be |
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Well it's been a messed up life and now you're gone and who knows where |
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Every corner that |
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I turn around |
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I swear I see you there |
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And you asked my |
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God of all this pain, does it never ever end |
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Well no not for your family or those who cannot comprehend |