| Hey, Timothy
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| I wish for clairvoyance
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| I wanna see my wife and kids
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| And how I would live, and how I would die
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| (Son! You should!)
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| It’s out of fright, it’s self-absorption
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| I wanna learn from my mistakes
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| Before they can scare me away from the drugs
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| (Son! You should!)
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| «I picture a man who misses his father
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| He never learned to cook for himself
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| And spends all his time on his waistline»
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| (Son! You should invest!)
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| «I picture a man who lives in the past
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| He keeps a book of photographs
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| Of his younger self, clairvoyant self!»
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| (Son! You should invest!) |