| Blue eyes has given me his?
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| Tall hands and black poems in his head.
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| Father spoke comfort break me,
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| but all this sound should turn me down.
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| My head melts tight from lack of sense.
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| A thought disease that you have gave.
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| Father spoke comfort break me,
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| but all this sound should break me down.
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| But don’t think for one moment that life wont find a way.
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| You keep on making the same mistakes.
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| and crossing the river you bury your tail deep in my back.
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| Was it my, my mistake, if I knew you’d make. |
| The time you cut now starts to
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| speak.
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| And soon your mouth wont have a say.
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| Father spoke comfort break me,
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| but all this sound should turn me down.
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| Don’t think for one moment that life wont find a way. |