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The dining room fell silent |
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I can't believe what I just said |
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I just told my dad he's full of it |
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And I watched his face turn red |
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And I should've said, 'I'm sorry' |
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But I matched him shout for shout |
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I can still hear that screen door slammin' |
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The night I called him out |
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He said, 'Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you' |
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But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts |
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'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house |
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Each time they called the old man out |
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Fist to fist and eye to eye |
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Standin' toe to toe |
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He would've let me walk away |
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But I just would not let it go |
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Years of my frustration |
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Had let me to this night |
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Now he'll pay for all the times that he's been right |
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He said, 'Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you' |
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But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts |
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'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house |
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Each time they called the old man out |
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It was over in a minute |
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That's when I realized |
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The blood came from my mouth and nose |
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But the tears came from his eyes |
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And in memory of that fateful night |
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I know the greatest pain was his |
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And I just pray some day I'm half the man he is |
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He said, 'Son it's gonna hurt me more than it hurts you' |
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But somehow I couldn't help but have my doubts |
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'Cause I'd seen my own dear brothers crawl back in the house |
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Each time they called the old man out |
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Just like my own dear brothers |
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I crawled back in the house |
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The night I called the old man out |