| «Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ah ah on that day»
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| I’ve ran through every scenario I could dream up in my present tense
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| Told myself over and over you must be working for the president
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| I like pretending your a successful pseudo Nero surgeon
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| Working for the CIA and there’s just no way you can be a normal person
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| Didn’t you love Mom? |
| didn’t you love me? |
| You never hugged me
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| Was I funny looking? |
| Cuz All my friends fathers love them even though their ugly
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| I know your really really busy though, probably building a city of gold
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| I pretend I’m you in all my silly videos. |
| At least me and mom are really close
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| I know I’m just the result of a mistake you made in your moment of truth
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| Every time I buy a bag I wonder if I’m Buying it from you
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| Hoping one day we can finally be a family, dad
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| I mean can I call you dad or would you prefer Bro, dog, dude?
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| «Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ah ah on that day»
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| I’ve written so many letters but they all self destructed
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| The only thing I’m any good at is being totally self destructive
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| The day you where born I hated the thought of raising a son
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| I was Afraid of your face and still am to this day? |
| I hate what my fates become
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| Been on the run for 20 some summers. |
| I’ll never pay child support
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| Can’t afford the repercussions and the constant need to be a productive so I
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| hide up north
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| I deleted any acknowledgement that you even have a heart beat
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| My heart beat is Dracula. |
| If you end up like me. |
| I’m deeply sorry
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| Feel free to use ME as a scapegoat until your caught crying wolf
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| I’m stuck in a «shit outta luck» time warp addicted to my own defiant bull
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| Shit. |
| If we’re defined by rules then i guess I’m simply broken
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| A lonesome man with no plan but to rot alone devoted to floating hopeless
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| «Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ah ah on that day»
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| The day you where born your father imagined it was more important
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| For you to have a magic piggy bank instead of a father to play catch with
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| So he Looted a local pawn shop and a credit union
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| Didn’t leave a note, just a trail of cash for a family reunion that would never
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| happen
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| Your whole life I’ve been waiting for a call or some kind of apology but never
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| got it
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| I turned him in but they never caught him. |
| So we forgot him
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| I buried half the money in a safe place for the day you became an adult
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| Happy birthday son, I want you to know none of this is your fault
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| Grab a coffee can and a book of matches
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| So we can sit here, together and watch this money burn down to ashes
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| Seal it and keep it close to remind you that you can’t miss something you never
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| had and never needed. |
| You where free’d not abandoned. |
| No more secrets.
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| We adapted
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| «Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ooo Cinnamon
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| Where you gonna run to?
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| Ah ah on that day» |