| You’ll raise the daughter and she’ll raise the son.
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| You’ll live like two people that wish they were one.
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| She may not be perfect,
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| but oh my friend neither are you.
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| You feel like you’re waiting for somebody
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| to remind you of all the things
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| that you’re supposed to do.
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| Careful what you reach for, one more step and you’re falling through.
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| Your family’s a joke and your job is your life.
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| The time spent without them
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| is time spent most every night.
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| Get your house in order
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| 'cause it’s gonna be a bump ride.
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| (You can’t stop the killer.)
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| I work my hands right down to the bone
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| still you don’t give me what I want.
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| You are so ungrateful,
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| we’re more like a house than a home.
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| Please dear understand,
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| I’m sorry again for all that I said.
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| How could you leave?
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| I swear that I’ll be a better man.
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| Well, go ahead and run, run, run
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| from the man with the gun in his hand.
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| Darling I would shoot you before I would ever
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| let you leave.
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| Oh, dear God.
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| In a certain place I’ve kept my outs,
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| one for us both, two for my doubts,
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| I’m shaking.
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| I’m hollow because I know how to get this done
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| so I will be the only to follow,
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| to follow through with this.
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| You kneel beside her at the foot of the grave.
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| Your daughter is crying
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| and you say she’s in a better place.
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| She was never perfect,
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| oh, my friend, neither were you. |