| The dining room fell silent
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| I can’t believe what I just said
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| I just told my dad he’s full of it
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| And I watched his face turn red
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| Well, and I should’ve said, «I'm sorry»
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| But I matched him shout for shout
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| An' I can still hear that screen door slammin'
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| The night I called him out
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| And he said, «Son, it’s gonna hurt me, more than it hurts you»
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| But somehow I couldn’t help but have my doubts
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| 'Cause I’d seen my older brothers, crawl back in the house
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| Each time they called the old man out
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| Fist to fist and eye to eye
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| Standin' toe to toe
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| He would’ve let me walk away
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| But I just would not let it go
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| Years of my frustration
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| Had let me to this night
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| Now he’ll pay for all
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| The times that he’s been right
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| And he said, «Son, it’s gonna hurt me, more than it hurts you»
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| But somehow I couldn’t help but have my doubts
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| 'Cause I’d seen my older brothers, crawl back in the house
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| Each time they called the old man out
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| It was over in a minute and that’s when I realized
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| The blood came from my mouth and nose
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| But the tears came from his eyes
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| And in memory of that fateful night
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| I know the greatest pain was his
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| And I just pray some day I’m half the man he is
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| And he said, «Son, it’s gonna hurt me, more than it hurts you»
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| But somehow I couldn’t help but have my doubts
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| 'Cause I’d seen my older brothers, crawl back in the house
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| Each time they called the old man out
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| Just like my older brothers, I crawled back in the house
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| The night I called the old man out |