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Dear mother, |
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This is just survival. |
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Cannot promise your children everything, |
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But you would lie so they can sleep tonight. |
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Defeat tasted nothing like you said. |
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Still 22 days left till the end of the world. |
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My legacy was making you a man |
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For a justice I could not change. |
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This is one voice not to forget; |
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"Fight every fight like you can win; |
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An iron fisted champion, |
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An iron willed fuck up." |
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Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? |
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Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas? |
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Why death is easier than living? |
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You can be almost anything |
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When you're on your fucking knees. |
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Not today, |
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Not my son, |
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Not my family, |
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Not while walking is still honest, |
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And you haven't given up on me. |
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Dear shithead, |
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This isn't happening; |
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The sky is really falling, |
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The paint's all made of lead, |
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There's asbestos in the walls, |
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Hell's come over to rip off the doors |
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To the priveleged mansion. |
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Do you want to love and feel it? |
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You can look but you can't taste it. |
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You can reach but you'll never have it. |
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We are untouchable; |
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Untouchable is something to be. |
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Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me? |
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Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas? |
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Why death is easier than living? |
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You can be almost anything |
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When you're on your fucking knees. |
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Not today, |
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Not my son, |
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Not my family, |
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Not while walking is still honest, |
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And you haven't given up on me, |
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And you haven't given up on me, |
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And you haven't forgotten me... |
