| I held hard to my Mothers hand — My palm sweat perked her up
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| She gasped, 'life'll have its way with us' - I nod my head kinda dumb
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| Poem read, «folks seek enemies — its been us for centuries»
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| Youre gonna know theyre kicking you
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| When theyre kicking you
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| ~Theres no doubt about it~
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| I blame myself for my sisters legs — how they gave when she was pushed
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| I always drank her milk for her — cause she claimed it made her hurt
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| I said naught to that scum — who pushed her hard from behind
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| When we pass I can’t meet his eye
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| That bastard had his way with life
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| ~Theres no doubt about it~
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| I dodge the calls thrown at me — from the men all round town
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| They wonder why I don’t get hard — with that man who had his way with us
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| I got a scene played in my head — of when I finally take him down
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| Id finally stand with the men
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| Throwing insults at someone else
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| ~Theres no doubt about it~
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| My Mother slides from my sweat-palm — she fall onto my sisters legs
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| I lick the milk from around my lips — as she nods at her enemy
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| And you know theyre kicking you
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| ~When they are kicking you
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| This life has had its way with us
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| ~This life will have its way with us
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| ~Theres no doubt about it~ |