| Come and hear the funeral marchin'
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| Maybe this is your suicide
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| Maybe this is more pure
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| Pure and simple
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| Maybe this is all I have for
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| Home, home, home, daddy
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| Why have all your beautiful people,
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| Brushed you on down, down
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| Brushed you on down
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| Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah.
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| I saw the shame inside your addiction.
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| Hatin' to see what was passed on by
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| I saw the shame and wondered why
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| I should live and die.
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| Leave a note and tell me Leave a note and tell me why
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| Leave a note and tell me Leave a note and tell me why
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| Why have all your beautiful people,
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| Brushed you on down, down
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| Brushed you on down
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| Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
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| Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah. |