| Man, I had a dream that my father told me
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| «Let's play a game, look me in my eyes
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| And just make sure you don’t blink
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| You can ask me anything you want
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| But remember, don’t blink»
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| I said, «Shit»
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| I got all courage in the world to start asking shit
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| That I never had the courage to ask before
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| Like, «What's wrong with me?»
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| Like, «Okay, I’m born an addict, do you think that you doing drugs had more
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| than an adverse effect on me?»
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| «Do you think if you didn’t do drugs did maybe I somehow would have came out
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| better? |
| Would I had done better?
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| I got one
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| I was always seeking your approval as a, as a child
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| You made me feel like I could never do shit right
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| I always wanted to know, like, through everything that I’ve been through in the
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| game, do I make you proud?
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| Like, are you proud of me? |
| Finally?»
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| And then I was about to ask him about the abuse with my mom and, like,
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| I fuckin' blinked
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| As soon as I blinked (I wanna know if it’s okay if)
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| I’m looking at my son in, like, in the face (Kinda ask some questions)
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| The objective of the paper is to go in depths about
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| The figure in our lives that we find inspiring
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| The one we look up to
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| I wanted to do mines about you
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| I remember the title I had for it and
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| I was, I was thinking of calling it, The Book of Ryan
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| I was kinda sitting and trying to get in the first paragraph
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| And I started to realize how difficult it is to write
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| How can I write the paper of my father when I don’t know who he is?
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| So I guess the first question is, «Who are you?» |