| Well, you could walk like a stranger head back into here
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| Bringing gifts while you act so sincere
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| Bringing gifts for a boy whos five years
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| Looking for rocks and training wheels
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| I dont remember you from any of those books
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| Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
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| Where did you ever learn to treat me like that
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| You dont seem to have any of that family stuff
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| You know the hardwood floors and all that penniless rough
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| Your bad luck follows you like a heart attack
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| Twist your fingers, soon as break your back
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| I dont remember you from any of those books
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| Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
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| Where did you ever learn to treat me like that that that
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| Its coming from another with a mother whos just like yours
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| Givin you headaches and all those mental scores
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| Give a little, have a little, take some for yourself
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| Like the needy and the greedy always seem by themselves
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| Well, you must be, have to be one of these
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| Hidin in the shade under your family tree
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| Think I met you once in a liquor store
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| No think I saw you hanging by the stage door
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| Handing out programs to the family theater
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| Devised a role so you dont mistreat her
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| Take it wild, take it fast
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| You never gave yourself a chance
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| I dont remember you from any of those books
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| Ashes to ashes and six feet under, face down in a box
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| Where did you ever learn to treat me like that, that, that, that |