| I’m five, I’m inside, I’m waitin' for my father,
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| I’m sittin on the curb and though I can not bothered,
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| my mother’s gettin worried that’s a permanent state,
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| I see Tony down the street, my determinite mate.
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| I’m too busy eavesdroppin' on my daddy’s interview
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| it’s win or lose, or
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| pound it right, also time to fight off the blues,
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| my dude’s a bad thing, mama’s sure would not approve.
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| He’s always on that, ever since he lost his tempter,
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| dad used to be a drinker, on the brink of
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| perspicuous and amazing like
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| It was a by the forts
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| made for hiding
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| there was some scary topiares
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| for some presiding
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| the cloack took me to his car
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| said we both had The Shining
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| our minds were intertwining
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| this was exteremely exciting
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| I finally had my friend who understood I wasn’t nutty
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| On him I could depend if things got bloody,
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| headed out the forthouse, sorta sad to see him leave,
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| asked if I wanted to go but Tony’s pullin' on my sleave.
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| I love my dad,
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| when he’s not mad,
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| wish he could hear me tell him I still love him.
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| Now that he’s gone,
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| though he did me wrong,
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| wish he could hear me tell him I still love him.
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| Dad protects the property,
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| repairs and minor maintenance
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| release the pressure of the boiler toilin' in the basement.
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| My demons' |