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I vent my frustration at you old man |
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After years your ears will hear |
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You screamed you tried |
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It's words of a weakling |
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(drunken liar) |
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Now you pick up that splintered chair |
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That was aiming for your head |
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A head that should have been long ago |
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Kicked in by me...Alone |
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(I won't lose a second of sleep for this) |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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No |
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Ever again |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Orphaned to the dope and drinks |
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I learned my lesson well somehow from you |
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No tears. Can't clutch my regrets |
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But these years of detachment |
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Have left me with demons now surfacing |
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You never knew the answers to |
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Any of my questions, did you? |
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You made up all the answers to |
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My unimportant existence |
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(You don't have to dump me off, not again) |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Fuck no, never again |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Fuck no, never again |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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Don't touch me |
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I vow, lest I die tomorrow |
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You'll never be the father I am |
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The bastard father to the thousands |
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Of the ugly, criticized, unwanted. |
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The ones with fathers just like you |
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We're fucking you back |
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Fucking you back |
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I'm shoving my life right down your throat. |
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Can I |
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Find the guts? Can I feel the heart? |
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Look at the ground as you choke me up, |
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Does it taste like tequila? |
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Or failure? |
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We're fucking you back |
