| Well, you came into this world naked
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| Screaming and, ugh, covered in blood
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| Who was there to wipe you off
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| And give you your first hug?
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| And it took a couple years to figure out
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| How to not shit in your pants
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| But someone was there to clean you up
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| And powder off your rash
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| It’s been them from the start
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| The ones you tortured and broke their hearts
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| The two that you hate, the two that you blame
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| The very same ones that
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| Gave you your name
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| Remember the time you were five
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| And you lied about who broke your lamp?
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| Who were the ones that sat you down
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| And gave you a second chance?
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| It’s been them from the start
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| The ones you tortured and broke their hearts
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| The two that you hate, the two that you blame
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| The very same ones that
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| Gave you your name
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| Go home to Mom and Dad and say you’re sorry
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| It’s the least that you can do
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| After all you’ve put them through
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| Oh, come on
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| Beg Mom and Dad’s forgiveness, they deserve it
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| Even if you don’t mean it
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| Make them believe you that it’s true
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| And when they offered you up all that great advise
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| You just screamed «Fuck you both
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| And let me live my life!
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| I’m gonna go out drinking with my friends
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| Have unprotected sex
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| Pierce my nose
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| And get a tattoo of a dragon on my neck!»
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| Cuz now your 35 and working in a warehouse
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| Cuz you spent your college money on cocaine
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| And the shame of your existence
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| Is ever so persistent cuz you know your parents tried
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| And you’re to blame, you’re to blame
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| 'Cuz It’s been them from the start
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| The ones you tortured and broke their hearts
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| The two that you hate
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| The two that you blame
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| The very same ones that
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| Gave you your name |