| Every morning
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| Every day’s the same
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| Spending all the day
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| Listening to complaints
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| Every evening laying in my bed
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| Every night wishing I was dead
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| You look at me like I don’t care
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| You look at me, I wish I’m not here
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| You look at me like I don’t care
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| You look at me, I wish I’m not here
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| Every minute, minute of the day
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| I watch you, watch you slip away
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| (Here we go)
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| This is what 12-year-old boy child said to his mother after they had poisoned
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| the child-molesting, wife-beating, alcoholic, son-of-a-bitch, excuse of a
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| father and husband.
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| (I take the blame, mommy. Daddy can’t hurt us no more. I know you’re safe
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| tonight. |
| I can make it through another day.)
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| And then the police came.
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| And every second, second of my heart
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| I pray to God,
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| Oh, please don’t let this start.
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| You look at me like I don’t care
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| You look at me, I wish I’m not here
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| You look at me like I don’t care
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| You look at me, I wish I’m not here |