| Holding your neck while the fuzz and the feds
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| Are detaining your grandson for drugs
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| Who would have thought that man he’d become
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| Would look just like the grandfather’s son
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| Some would suggest that the past is the past
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| And that wisdom exonerates youth
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| But who would have thought that the shit you got into
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| Could find its way back under your roof
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| I’ve seen the system, darling
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| I’ve fed this hungry machine
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| I want my family, darling
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| Not to see the things that I’ve seen
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| I want the unprotected
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| I want to see what I dream
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| I want the inconvenience
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| I hope you see that
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| When you find that love isn’t what you thought
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| Don’t lose hope, don’t lose heart
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| I fell much faster, but she fell much further
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| Inevitably breaking her heart
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| Haunted by memories that she cannot shake
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| But her ghost has not darkened my door
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| Darling, I pray that my heart soon would change
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| If I’m failing to see what you are
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| All I have I would give
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| If for a second just to hold you
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| I pray, my love, you forgive
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| Any time I didn’t hold you close
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| When you find yourself lying there alone
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| Don’t forget what a dream you are |