| We were like brothers
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| Everybody said we looked the same
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| You a little taller, and broader, and bolder
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| We were afraid of your mother
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| Hell, she used to hit you so hard
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| And your dad took off when you were a baby
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| And you still hate me for my dad stuck around
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| You pin me to the ground
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| Eight years old with a replica gun pushin' in my skull
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| Saying you’re gonna kill me if I tell
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| Never did, and I never will
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| That house was living hell
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| Come on
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| I remember my mother when she found a new man
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| And your mother thought she found a partner
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| A father for you, no wonder you can’t stand me
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| I can’t stand me, too
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| I can’t stand me, too
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| Oh, your gone mother repaired the anger in me
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| Spoke to me like I was an adult
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| Didn’t take sides and didn’t turn me against my dad
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| Then she took those pills and now she’s gone
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| See her in the night
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| In the corner of my eye
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| And I see her in the night
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| Heard you glassed a boy back in the borders
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| Some naughty family boys are after you
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| You pinned me to the wall and said my mother
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| Stole your inheritance from you, oh yeah?
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| We ain’t got a penny between wor
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| Holding up this tin that we live in
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| You pinned me to the wall and smashed a bottle
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| Your eyes the door to hell and all within
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| Ha |