| Stepchild, you have outlived your time
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| You represent embarrassment and failure
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| And the father who must be killed
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| Is the blight upon your blighted life
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| And his might is his legal right
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| To ground you down
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| Stepchild, with every petty swipe
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| You just might find you’re fighting for your life
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| And the father who must be killed
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| Is a step farther but nonetheless
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| The way he chews his food
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| Rips right through your senses
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| Stepchild, there’s a knife in a drawer in a room downstairs
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| And you, you know what you must do
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| So the stepchild ran with a knife to his sleeping frame
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| And slams it in his arms, his legs, his face, his neck and says
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| «There's a law against me now»
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| And the father who must be killed
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| With his dying breath, he grabs her hand
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| And he looks into her eyes
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| He says «I'm sorry"and he dies
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| «Stepchild, I release you
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| With this broken voice I beseech you»
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| «Why are lives so short?»
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| The stepchild thought heart pointing to the sky
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| «No one to warn me
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| No hand to touch me
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| And no Bible-Belters to mess with me
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| Mama don’t miss me
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| Mama don’t miss me
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| This death will complete me»
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| «But where I go there will be no one to meet me
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| I know there will be no one to meet me»
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| But still the step-child press the knife to her throat
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| Heart pointing to the sky
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| «Just as mother-less birds fly high
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| Then so shall I
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| So shall I
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| So shall I
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| So shall I
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| So shall I» |