| I wasn’t a flower child, I was a mistake
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| A one night stand with a faceless man
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| I’m the excrement of a poor decision
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| Never to give the guidance in the right direction
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| I’m the floater, the faceless, the excrement
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| Search the lands, try to find just one man
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| How deep does one hunt
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| 'Till the search is deemed worthless
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| The head sitting on my shoulders is filled with sick
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| I wish that I could vomit out my discontent
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| A dime, a dozen, throw another one overboard
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| Pull the chord
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| Nothing’s going to change
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| Make amends, understand you are never going to find him
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| Bury the thoughts
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| No remorse, someday you’ll learn
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| He is gone
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| This faceless man to never return
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| Cut the chord, time will blur your discontent
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| Soon enough you will learn to live life without them
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| Depths of disgust, some for the better, some for worse
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| No one will know your pain without a father
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| Pull the chord
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| Nothings going to change
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| Make amends, understand you are never going to find him
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| Let it go
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| A life filled with horrid thoughts
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| This depression left you out in the cold
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| Life goes on, for the better, for the worse
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| You can let it stew or bury it in the past |