| I stand here asking myself why
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| Why you are hardly satisfied?
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| I’m waiting here alone, clenching my fists
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| Hardly able to avoid crying
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| Do you realize what happens to me?
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| Why can’t you understand me?
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| I, never, can’t stand
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| I can’t stand myself again
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| I always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissatisfying
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| I always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissapointing
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| Of course I know that we are different
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| But why don’t you tolerate me?
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| Can’t you recognize my attitude?
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| Is it really hard to swallow?
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| I, never, can’t stand
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| I can’t stand myself again
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| I always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissatisfying
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| I always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissapointing
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| I stand here asking myself why
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| Why you are hardly satisfied?
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| This question left so many scars
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| I never wanted…
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| But now I try to look forward
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| I never wanted
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| Always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissatisfying
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| I always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissapointing
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| I always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissatisfying
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| I always wanted to be a good son
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| I never wanted to be dissapointing |