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I am stuck here |
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In the arms of my mother |
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I am fighting |
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But I never want to break free |
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The comfort in the smell |
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That tickles my nostrils |
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Makes me tired and I |
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Just want to sleep |
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The heartbeat |
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and my bare feet |
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against the floor |
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The sweatpants |
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And my dirty hands |
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Opens the door |
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The waiting |
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Anticipating of |
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the engines roar |
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The driveway |
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On a summer day |
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When daddy comes home |
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I've been fighting |
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Really hard with my brother |
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And now i'm shaking |
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Cause of course he could beat me |
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But the pain's not |
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From the red and swollen forehead |
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It's from some place |
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So much deeper within |
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The heartbeat |
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and my bare feet |
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against the floor |
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The sweatpants |
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And my dirty hands |
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Opens the door |
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The waiting |
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Anticipating of |
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the engines roar |
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The driveway |
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On a summer day |
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The heartbeat |
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and my bare feet |
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against the floor |
|
The sweatpants |
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And my dirty hands |
|
Opens the door |
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The waiting |
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Anticipating of |
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the engines roar |
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The driveway |
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On a summer day |
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When daddy comes home |
