| My bones are tired, Daddy
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| I don’t get enough sleep, I don’t eat as good as I should, Daddy
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| What’s that say about me?
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| Sometimes I sleep past noon, Daddy
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| Drink lots of black coffee and I smoke like a chimney
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| Yes, I left the refrigerator door half open, Daddy
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| What’s that say about me?
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| Sometimes I want to rip out your throat, Daddy
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| For all those things you said that were mean
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| Gonna make you just as vulnerable as I was, Daddy
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| What’s that say about me?
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| Sometimes I want to bash in your teeth, Daddy
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| Gonna use your tongue as a stamp
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| Gonna rip your heart out the way you did mine, Daddy
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| Go ahead and psychoanalyze that
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| 'Cause I’m your creation, I’m your love, Daddy
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| Grew up to be and do all those sick things you said I’d do Well last night I saw you sneak out your window with your white hood,
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| Daddy
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| What’s that say about you?
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| I’m sloppy, what’s that say about you?
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| I’m messy, what’s that say about you?
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| My bones are tired, Daddy |