| My feet couldn’t reach the pedals
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| So my father got on his knees
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| He used his hands to press the pedals
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| At the bottom of the Hammond B3
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| Six years old and I lied about the school grades
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| I told my mama that my daddy already reprimanded me
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| And when my father found out he beat me with a belt of leather
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| Until my arms bled open and it caused my back to bleed
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| So as a growing young man I act like a six year old
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| I act like a little ass boy
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| And I’m protective of all my toys
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| Cause they’re the only things that never judge me
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| That’s why I act like a six year old
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| Full of imagination and wonder, Still afraid of falling under
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| Six years old and I’m staring at a movie screen
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| In a dark sanctuary shaking watching image of the beast
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| Repeated nightmares can’t even sleep at 23
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| Thanks a lot dad now I’m stuck with fuckin PTSD
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| Now my relationships suffer and I can’t live a normal life
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| But your philosophies daddy said its alright to scare off to Christ
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| So when I’m selfish and needy or I act like a spoiled brat
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| Just trying to function normally with a mother playing mom or dad
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| I always felt like the world hated me although I do my best
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| Like I’m the only best friend people kinda wish they never had
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| Six years old
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| I’m a little ass boy
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| And I’m protective of my toys
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| They’re the only things that never judge me
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| I’m a six year old full of imagination
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| I’m protective of my toys cause they never judge me
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| Because they never judge me
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| And I’m still afraid of going under
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| (Yeah)
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| Who’s going to catch (Catch the fallen) Fallen
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| Fallen
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| Fallen
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| Who’s going to catch the fallen
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| Na na na na na na na
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| Hey hey hey hey hey
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| Someone say (oooooooo) fallen fallen fallen
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| Who’s going to catch the fallen |