| Family life.
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| It’s like puzzle pieces disconnected.
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| Pictures frames will never find.
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| This broken home my demons still reside.
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| You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside.
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| Mother, I just needed you to know.
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| Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
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| I am a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone.
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| Or am I just a head in the clouds, welcoming wind every time there’s a storm?
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| Where do I go now?
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| I grew up in a house God built with the devils blueprints with no foundation
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| found.
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| I went to hell to have some words with the devil about what he did,
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| but it was empty.
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| Everyone moved out.
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| Mother, I just needed you to know
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| Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
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| And father, I needed you the most
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| But I’m still a kid in aging skin, a hypocrite trying to grow.
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| Every time I try
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| To bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind.
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| I see the same crow on the power line.
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| He could have flown to any other home,
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| But he’ll never stop chasing mine.
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| He’ll never stop chasing mine.
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| It’s a strange kind of comfort
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| Learning to always love
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| The cracks inside broken homes.
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| Mother, I just needed you to know
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| Something good grew out from all of the cracks in our broken home.
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| And father, I needed you the most,
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| But I’m still a kid in aging skin, and I will always love you both. |