| She: Why, don’t you like yourself?
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| He: No, it’s — it’s not that. |
| I mean, it’s just not what you thought it would be
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| I mean, my, uh, my old man he used to sit, and he’d go; |
| «I don’t know.»
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| I mean, he’d just be sitting there, and — and, uh, he’d say «I don’t know.»
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| And I’d say «What, Daddy? |
| What don’t you know?»
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| And he’d say «I don’t know.»
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| He’d have a thought, and he’d go «I don’t know. |
| I don’t know.»
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| And I guess it’s just 'cause you never do figure it out
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| She: Don’t you like yourself?
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| He: No, it’s — it’s not that. |
| It’s, it’s some way you, you fucked up
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| And somewhere down the line, something went wrong, and, uh
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| You spend the rest of your life trying to figure it out |