| It’s another 6 am as he stubbles in again
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| And my mother cries don’t wake the children
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| Through the tears I can hear him say
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| Didn’t have much luck today
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| But he really knows he just threw it away
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| He finds the answers at the bottom of a bottle
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| And his life is always fully on the throttle
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| And he’s slowly turning out just like his father
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| And he knows
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| That he’s no hero
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| But he’s doing what he can
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| Trying to make me a better man
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| And he’s no hero
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| But he made me what I am
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| Stopped me from becoming another you
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| Daddy couldn’t save yourself
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| No one ever cared to help
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| And he looked at me
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| As what he could have been
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| Now I know what I’ve got to be
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| Everything to make him proud of me
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| With my second chance that he never had
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| Cause his dreams are at the bottom of his bottle
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| And he’s never gunna be who he oughta
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| And he’s just a living image of his father
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| And he knows
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| That he’s no hero
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| But he’s doing what he can
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| Trying to make me a better man
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| But he’s no hero
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| But he made me what I am
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| Stopped me from becoming another you
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| The dead-end road on which I’m runnin'
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| It’s like he already knew
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| He lived the pain that would be comin'
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| And I’m proud to say that he is my father
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| And it’s ok
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| That he’s no hero
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| But he’s doing what he can
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| Trying to make me a better man
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| But he’s no hero
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| But he made me what I am
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| Stopped me from becoming
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| Stopped me from becoming
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| Stopped me from becoming
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| Another you
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| Another you
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| Another you |