| Son, she said, have I got a little story for you
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| What you thought was your daddy was nothin but a…
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| While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen
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| Your real daddy was dyin', sorry you didn’t see him, but Im glad we talked…
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| Oh I, oh, I’m still alive
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| Hey, I, I, oh, I’m still alive
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| Hey I, oh, I’m still alive
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| Hey… oh…
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| Oh, she walks slowly, across a young mans room
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| She said I’m ready… for you
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| I can’t remember anything to this very day
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| Cept the look, the look…
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| Oh, you know where, now I can’t see, I just stare…
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| I, I’m still alive
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| Hey I, but, I’m still alive
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| Hey I, boy, I’m still alive
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| Hey I, I, I, I’m still alive, yeah
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| Ooh yeah… yeah yeah yeah… oh…oh…
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| Is something wrong, she said
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| Well of course there is
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| You’re still alive, she said
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| Oh, and do I deserve to be
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| Is that the question
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| And if so… if so… who answers… who answers…
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| I, oh, I’m still alive
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| Hey I, oh, I’m still alive
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| Hey I, but, I’m still alive
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| Yeah I, ooh, I’m still alive
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |