| He’d always break you, never let you win
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| No matter what you said, he’d always disagree
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| You swore that one day you would be
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| … better than him… one day you’d win
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| (Agony) You’re hiding out in the cellar
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| Aching and ashamed, covering up the bruises
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| (Me) And then he would tell her
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| How I tripped and hurt my head, how I’d always be a loser
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| (Fear) You always let him down; |
| «you'd never be like him»
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| He’d always break you, never let you win
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| No matter what you said, he’d always disagree
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| You swore that one day you would be
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| … better than him… one day you’d win
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| (Agony) You’re all alone in your bedroom
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| How could you learn to care, when nobody cares for you
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| (Me) Mother said he’d be home soon
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| But he never came, as for me… he didn’t have to… |