| Like a family
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| All together
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| In a game
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| With a problem
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| All the kindness
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| And the pressure
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| And the fear
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| To maintain us
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| Got to sell the house and move away from the hate
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| With daddy gone to try and stay would be a mistake
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| Forget your pride you’d only lose the things that were fake
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| Suburban middle class not worth the hearts that could break
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| Past the houses
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| To the blank sky
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| Seein nothin
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| With a cold eye
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| After hearing
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| Cruel reflection
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| Of the parents
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| That despise us
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| Got to sell the house and move away from the hate
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| With daddy gone to try and stay would be a mistake
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| Forget your pride you’d only lose the things that were fake
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| Suburban middle class not worth the hearts that could break
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| Separation
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| To an infant
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| Or a family
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| For replacement
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| Competition
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| Add religion
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| A distraction for affection
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| We’ve got to sell the house and move away from the hate
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| With daddy gone to try and stay would be a mistake
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| Forget your pride you’d only lose the things that were fake
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| Suburban middle class not worth the hearts that could break |