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Spare the rod, spoil the child |
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Daddy's boy's been too wild |
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His discipline's taught with a strap |
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No sweet song on father's lap |
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He always said that men don't cry |
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But burns and bruises seldom lie |
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Dad learned his lesson well |
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Spitting image of a man in hell |
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Brought up in a home where love's replaced by pain |
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And when he's on his own he's sure to do the same |
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Expressing his feelings not with love but with his fists |
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The pattern of hurting began generations before |
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Like father, like son |
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Another life has begun |
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The punishing ways that you choose |
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You were always born to lose |
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Like father, like son |
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A war you've never won |
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Please Daddy, no more... |
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Please Daddy, no more! |
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The circle continues of violence passed down |
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All there is hope for is a tear from a clown |
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Hoping someday that this torture will end |
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To prison or death I hope you will be sent |
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Now do you feel like your life is on hold? |
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Maybe you've come to the end of your road |
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Admitting your sins may be your sacrifice |
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To stop all this pain to your son and your wife |