| I’ve got my mother’s eyes
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| If you can bear to look past the sleep lines
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| Safe to say I’m not my father’s son
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| I’ve never felt that way about anyone
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| Two bricks in a broken home
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| Held together by sticks and stones
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| It’s true what they say, you reap what you sow
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| The best part of me died seven years ago
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| Torn and frayed we sewed no stitches
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| Made no peace, mended no bridges
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| So will you carry me?
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| Will you carry me?
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| Still want to ask my father with tears in my eyes
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| Where do we go when we die?
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| Still want to sleep on the floor in the dead of the night by my mother’s bedside
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| And though you ceased to love me
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| And I have long stopped loving you
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| It’s always unconditional
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| Only as strong as the hell I put you through
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| Torn and frayed we sewed no stitches
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| Made no peace, mended no bridges
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| So will you carry me?
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| Will you carry me?
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| And that’s the truth
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| The worst in me is the worst in you
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| And that’s the truth
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| The worst in me is the worst in you
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| Torn and frayed we sewed no stitches
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| Made no peace, mended no bridges
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| So will you carry me?
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| Will you carry me?
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| And that’s the truth
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| The worst in me is the worst in you |