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Oh, thou have fathered |
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Son and daughter |
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Doth beget, yet raised not bother |
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Paralyzed your children lives |
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Withered vines of family ties |
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Self destruction |
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Makes him function |
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Crayons and clay |
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Days turn blue to gray |
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An' days turn blue to gray |
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Oh, seventeen when |
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Family begin' |
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Drinkin', fightin', heroin |
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Unquenchable addictions call |
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Responsible to none above all |
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Self destruction |
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Makes him function |
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Crayons and clay |
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An' days turn blue to gray |
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An' days turn blue to gray |
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Lest I taste |
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It's sweet grapes |
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Glass to tongue |
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Across it tips |
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Cross my lips |
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Swallow it down |
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Please |
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Won't you love me? |
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Please help me see |
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What did I do? |
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Did I hurt you? |
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And now that you're gone |
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Emptiness lives on |
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The guilt's all I feel |
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No closure |
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Father |
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Mother |
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Fucker |
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No closure |
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No, no, no, no |
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The strings of my hearts |
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You pulled on endlessly |
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This twine is severed |
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With tragedy |
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Father |
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Mother |
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Destroyer |
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Destroy her |
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Your self destruction |
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What made you feel alive? |
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Your self destruction |
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Of your children's lives, lives |
