| I vent my frustration at you old man
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| After years your ears will hear
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| You screamed you tried
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| It’s words of a weakling
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| And promises made by a liar, drunken liar
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| Now you pick up that splintered chair
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| That was aiming for your head
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| A head that should have been long ago kicked in by me
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| Alone
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| I won’t lose a second of sleep for this
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| Don’t touch me
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| No!
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| Ever again
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Orphaned to the dope and drinks
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| I learned my lesson well, somehow from you
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| No tears. |
| Can’t clutch my regrets
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| But these years of detachment
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| Have left me with demons now surfacing
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| I’m becoming more than nothing
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| You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
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| You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence
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| But now you don’t have to dump me off
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| Not again
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Fuck, no!
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| Ever again
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Don’t touch me
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| Fuck, no!
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| Don’t touch me
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| Never again
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| I vow, lest I die tomorrow
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| You’ll never be the father I am
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| The bastard father to the thousands
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| Of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted
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| The ones with fathers just like you
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| We’re fucking you back
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| I’m shoving my life right down your throat
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| Can I find the guts?
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| Can I feel the heart?
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| Look at the ground as you choke me up
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| Does it taste like tequila?
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| Or failure?
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| We’re fucking you back
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| Fucking you back
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| We’re fucking you back
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| Fucking you back |