| The colors were captured in '89
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| We were two children
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| One six months, one thirty-one
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| I wished you had whispered
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| Listen, son, a disease is buried deep inside of me
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| And inside of you as well
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| 'Cause now I’m left waiting
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| Like father, like son
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| We were both born with the damage done
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| At least now I know, death claimed my name
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| The day the moment I was born
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| All of the women who will weep and who will mourn
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| Those that will cry alongside my casket
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| Have all been called, their calendars marked
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| 'Cause the cancer that will kill me has been formed
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| So I say, metaphysics no more
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| I sleepwalk with X’s for eyes
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| I’ve got nothing but time
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| 'Cause now I’m left waiting
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| Life father, like son
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| We were both born with the damage done
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| I always wondered why you ran away
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| Idle time is all to blame
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| The devil’s playground where you use to lay |