| Alabama trailer park they call home
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| Boy standing at attention in the corner his own
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| Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall
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| By the way father, could you please beat me some more?
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| Anger rising up inside him yet again
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| Tell me you got a plan
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| Deaf and blind I’m living with the lepers and
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| You want to hold my hand
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| Cold Alaska, hiding, bundled up tight
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| Stretch aluminum foil 'cross the window at night
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| Mother crying, calling out up the stairs
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| By the way father, do you even care that I’m scared?
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| Devil rising up inside him yet again
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| Tell me you got a plan
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| Deaf and blind I’m living with the lepers and
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| You want to hold my hand
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| Generation three, solitary, alone
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| By the way father, created hell on my own
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| Anger rising up inside him yet again
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| Tell me you got a plan
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| Deaf and blind I’m living with the lepers and
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| You want to hold my hand
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| Anger rising up inside him yet again
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| Tell me you got a plan
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| Deaf and blind I’m living with the lepers and
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| You want to hold my hand |