| He wakes up in the morning with the sound of the rain
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| And a lot of misgivings like needles in his brain
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| He tries to remember what happened last night
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| But he has a misty mind and he cannot stand the light
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| He feels like a soldier lying shot up in a ditch
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| He is all alone and wonders: Where is that bitch?
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| He gets up and tries the kitchen, she is not there
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| And no hot coffee either, why didn’t she care?
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| Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, what have you done?
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| Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, forever she’s gone!
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me, what happened last night?
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| It comes to his mind that there could have been a fight
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| Then, later, in the bathroom he vomits on the floor
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| She was lying there she’d never make no coffee anymore
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| Daddy, Daddy…
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| Her skull had been cracked like you would crack a nutshell
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| Can you picture that view? |
| I guess I better not tell
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| «Was it me? |
| Was it someone else? |
| Tell me: Why?»
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| He had to vomit once more, he was that kind of guy
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| Daddy, Daddy… |