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It's a little past supper time |
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I'm still out on the porch steps |
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Sittin on my behind, waiting for you |
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Wondering if everything is all right |
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Momma said come in boy don't waste your time |
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I said I've got time be home soon |
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I was five years old and talkin to myself |
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Where were you? Where'd ya go? |
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Daddy can't you tell? |
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I'm not tryin to fake it |
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And I ain't the one to blame |
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No there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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And I didn't write these pages and |
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My scripts been rearranged |
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No there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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No There's no one home |
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In my house of pain. |
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Wasn't I worth the time |
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A boy needs a daddy like a dance to mime |
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And all the time, I looked up to you |
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I paced my room a million times |
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And all I ever got was one big lie |
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The same old lie |
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How could you? |
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I was eighteen, still talking to myself |
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Where were you? Where'd you go? |
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Daddy can't ya tell? |
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I'm not tryin to fake it |
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And I ain't the one to blame |
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No there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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I didn't write these pages |
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And my script's been rearranged |
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No there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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No there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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I was eighteen, still talking to myself |
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Where were you? Where'd you go? |
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Daddy can't ya tell? |
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I'm not tryin to fake it |
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And I ain't the one to blame |
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No there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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So I didn't write these pages |
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And my script's been rearranged |
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No there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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no there's no one home |
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In my house of pain |
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No there's no one home in my house of pain |
