| The world was once seen burning in my eyes
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| Just as it is in yours now
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| A hurricane of memories put out the embers that remained
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| And now I’m gone
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| Though I’m obsolete, I’ll scold you even in your dreams
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| Rise from your sleep, boy
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| A myriad of maladies
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| Incomplete identity
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| Hunger for the love you never gave
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| Don’t think I did not hear you coming home, boy
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| Don’t think I did not hear you coming home, last night
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| I am an absent father
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| Glassy eyed, drunken and veiled
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| Father, can you hear me
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| My head is pounding like the wagons on a freight train
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| The wheels are poorly fastened and they threaten to drive off the tracks
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| Lead by your ever present voice
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| I’m gonna take this fall for us
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| A myriad of maladies
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| Incomplete identity
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| Hunger for the love you never gave
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| Don’t think I did not hear you coming home, boy
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| Don’t think I did not hear coming home, last night
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| I am an absent father
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| Glassy eyed, drunken and veiled
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| I’ve got nations blaming me for the passings of their children
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| I’ve been dragging ships across dry land
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| To fill the hole you emptied
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| Somewhere in you there is something belonging to me
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| And i don’t know how to retrieve
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| Don’t think I did not hear you coming home, boy
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| Don’t think I did not hear you coming home, last night
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| I am an absent father
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| Glassy eyed, dormant and veiled |