| So sorry son, you’re worrying your mother
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| No explanation’s gonna make it seem alright
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| Young boy, listen to your father
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| It’s more than just your life, it’s more than suicide
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| How does it feel?
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| When you’re looking down the barrel of a loaded gun…
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| Tell me how it feels
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| Did you see your life
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| Flash right before your eyes?
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| Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor
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| Young boy we’re going to send you to the lions
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| The men all dressed in white
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| When you became undone
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| How does it feel
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| When i might have brought you up but you are not my son
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| Tell me how it feels
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| So many times i tried to bring you up you brought me down
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| I won’t consider you again
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| Stop looking at me like you care
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| I worked my fingers to the bone
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| I’m not your father or your friend
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| You might have lived here once but this is not your home
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| Tell me how it feels
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| You don’t mean much to me
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| I didn’t plant the seed
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| I’m not your father cause you didn’t turn out right
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| Young boy, send you to the fire
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| The men all dressed in white, it’s more than suicide
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| How does it feel?(x3)
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| When you’re looking down the barrel of the loaded gun…
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| Tell me how it feels |