| The sins of our fathers
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| They start to add up
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| Undress to our curses
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| And forget-me-nots
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| I’ll sleep forever
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| On the hands that were given to me
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| Haunt me forever
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| Or till I jump back into the sea
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| Too much too young
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| (And receive what ain’t given to me)
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| I’ll wait forever
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| And receive what ain’t given to me
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| The sins of our fathers
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| They start to add up
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| Undress to our curses
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| And forget-me-nots
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| The sins of our fathers
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| We’ll never shake off
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| Undress to our curses
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| And forget-me-nots
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| I’ll sing whenever
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| You get bored and ain’t looking for me
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| Unbridled pleasures
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| In a void, on a narcissist sea
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| And the tide’s in and sucking at me
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| And you yawn so I have to repeat
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| If you could keep your mouth steady
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| But nothing makes a difference
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| So forget I even said it
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| The sins of our fathers
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| They start to add up
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| Undress to our curses
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| And forget-me-nots
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| The sins of our fathers
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| We’ll never shake off
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| Undress to our curses
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| And forget-me-nots
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| Deluxe Pain |