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Father, he cried with his fists one evening |
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His eyes were ablaze from all he consumed |
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Mother, she crawls down the stairs in the morning |
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She's black and blue, broken and bruised |
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Black and blue, broken and bruised |
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She crawls to her room and she screams her hardest |
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Lets the voices inside her head bleed into one |
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She hears his footsteps alone in the darkness |
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She closes her eyes and prays for her son |
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Closes her eyes and prays for her son |
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But no, her son doesn't come |
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And no, her son doesn't come |
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Now all I remember is reading your letter |
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Saying "I'm leaving," not for how long |
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Look after your mother, look after your sister |
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Don't make my mistakes, I know they were wrong |
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Don't make my mistakes, I know they were wrong |
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Hindsight, it was beautiful but not so forgiving |
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The truth just follows and festers inside |
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You can choose just what you remember |
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But the truth gets lost and found by your lies |
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The truth gets lost and found by your lies |
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And no, your son will not come |
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And no, your son will not come |
