| I wanna sing, I wanna shout
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| I wanna scream 'til the words dry out
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| So put it in all of the papers
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| I'm not afraid
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| They can read all about it, read all about it
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| Nothing to hide
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| Stifle or smother
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| Suffered and cried
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| Strife made me tougher
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| Never mumbled or shy
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| To trouble, I rise
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| Above all
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| Expectations forget rep
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| Ain't never begged yet
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| When I wanted to get pence, hustle
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| To be, I'm exactly what my neck says
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| That sket said I tried to cash in on my dad's death
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| I wanted to vent but I never said fuck all
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| After all you were never kin to me
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| Family is something that you've never been to me
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| In fact making it harder
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| For me to see my father
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| Was the only thing that you ever did for me
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout
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| I wanna scream 'til the words dry out
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| So put it in all of the papers
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| I'm not afraid
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| They can read all about it, read all about it
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| Dear dad
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| As a kid I looked up to you
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| Only thing was I never saw enough of you
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| The last thing I said to you was I hated you
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| I loved you and now it's too late to say to you
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| Just didn't know what to do or how to deal with it
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| Even now deep down I'm still livid
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| To think, I used to blame me
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| I wonder what I did to you to make you hate me
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| I wasn't even five
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| Life's a journey and mine wasn't an easy ride
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| You never even got to see me rhyme
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| I just wish you would've reached out
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| I wish you would've been round when I'd been down
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| I wish that you could see me now
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| Wherever you are I really hope you found peace
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| But know that if I ever have kids
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| Unlike you I'll never let them be without me
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout
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| I wanna scream 'til the words dry out
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| So put it in all of the papers
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| I'm not afraid
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| They can read all about it, read all about it
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| I write songs I can't listen to
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| Everything I have, I give to you
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| And every one of these lines I sing to you
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| My job's more like public service
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| My life just became yours to read and interpret
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| If you heard it it'd come across a lot different at times
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| I throw fits when I read how they word things
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| You see me smile
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| Now you're gonna have to see me hurtin'
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| 'Cause pretending everything is alright
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| When it ain't really isn't working
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout
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| I wanna scream 'til the words dry out
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| So put it in all of the papers
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| I'm not afraid
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| They can read all about it, read all about it
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| I ain't censoring myself for nobody
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| I'm the only thing I can be
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| All that is good, all that is bad, all that is me
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| I wanna sing, I wanna shout
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| I wanna scream 'til the words dry out
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| So put it in all of the papers
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| I'm not afraid
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| They can read all about it, read all about it |