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He wonders why he made those choices |
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I guess he made them all for you |
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Got something that he wants to tell you |
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Got something that you should know |
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Everyone is laughing at you |
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They all laugh behind your back |
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They talk about you when you were different |
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They talk about when you fell off track |
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These fathers don't know the difference |
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They just see their sons and smile |
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Even though he is burning all his bridges |
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These things just take a while |
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He looks back for the last time |
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Then leaves but we all know he'll be back |
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A toast to broken glass(Treading bloody feet) |
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An oath that never lasts(His father sheds a tear) |
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Through the desert marching slowly |
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Walking towards the green |
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In a forest so damp and withered |
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Where nothing is as it seems |
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To the mountains way beyond him |
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Sees his father's face in rocks |
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Gotta get there, gotta keep going |
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But now his smile drops |
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Gone back to where he started |
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Gone back to hell knows where |
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Finds some water in a bottle can't open |
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This thirst is his despair |
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Falls to his knees and crying |
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Crying won't get you anywhere |
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I still love you, yes, |
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I still love you |
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I still believe in you and |
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I forgive you, father's son |
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I still have faith in you |
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But now I have to walk away |
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This virgin whore is silver |
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A silver gun loaded at your heart |
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His friends all turned away from him |
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They told him he'd be better off dead |
