| You hadn’t seen your father in such a long time
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| He died in the arms of his lover how dare he
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| Your mother never left the house
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| She never married anyone else you took it upon yourself to console her
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| You reminded her so much of your father
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| So you were banished and you wonder why you’re so hypersensitive
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| And why you can’t trust anyone but us
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| But then how can I begin to forgive her so many years under bridges
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| With dirty
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| Water
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| She was foolish and selfish and cowardly if you ask me
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| I don’t know where to being in all of my 50 odd years
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| I have been silently suffering and adapting perpetuating and enduring
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| Who are you younger generation to tell me that I have unresolved
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| Problems
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| Not many examples of fruits of this type of excruciating labour
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| How can you just throw words around like grieve and heal and mourn
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| I feel find we may not have been born as awake as you were
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| It was much harder in those days we had paper routes uphill both ways
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| We went from school to a job to a wife instant parenthood
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| I walked into his office I felt so self-conscious on the couch
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| He was sitting down across from me he was writing down his hypothesis
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| I don’t
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| Know
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| I’ve got a loving supportive wife who doesn’t know how involved she
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| Should get
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| You say his interjecting was him just calling me on my shit?
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| Just the other day my sweet daughter I was driving past 203 I walked
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| Up the
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| Stairs in my mind’s eye
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| I remember how they would creak loudly
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| She was only responsive with a drink he was only responsive by photo |