| Father, he cried with his fists one evening
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| His eyes were ablaze from all he consumed
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| Mother, she crawls down the stairs in the morning
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| She’s black and blue, broken and bruised
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| Black and blue, broken and bruised
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| She crawls to her room and she screams her hardest
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| Lets the voices inside her head bleed into one
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| She hears his footsteps alone in the darkness
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| She closes her eyes and prays for her son
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| Closes her eyes and prays for her son
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| But no, her son doesn’t come
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| And no, her son doesn’t come
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| Now all I remember is reading your letter
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| Saying «I'm leaving,» not for how long
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| Look after your mother, look after your sister
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| Don’t make my mistakes, I know they were wrong
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| Don’t make my mistakes, I know they were wrong
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| Hindsight, is beautiful but not so forgiving
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| The truth just follows and festers inside
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| You can choose just what you remember
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| But the truth gets lost and found by your lies
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| The truth gets lost and found by your lies
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| And no, your son will not come
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| And no, your son will not come |