| Week two
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| It’s been about, uh, fourteen days, I think
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| This has easily been the worst week ever
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| She writes me a letter, she tells me she can’t be apart from me
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| But, uh, she knows I need to be here
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| I haven’t seen my kid in fourteen days
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| And it, you know, on top of that, it puts you in this place
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| They take away everything that you have
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| And then expect you to function as if you’re normal
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| Huh, you serious?
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| They’ve taken everything away
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| I’ve taken everything away
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| I’m here because…
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| I’m not ready, just shut it, just shut it off, I’ll talk about it next week |