| How can I face my father after this
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| God knows
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| I feel so ashamed
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| I know so many words
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| But don’t know which ones to use
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| When I try to explain
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| I was driving the ch-
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| My skies were… fuck
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| My child, what have you done
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| I was your favorite son
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| Now I don’t know what to tell you ooh
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| Should I just shake his hand
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| It feels wierd to hug a man
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| What do I say if he starts crying
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| What will I say to my father
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| What will I say to my son
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| What will we say to each other
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| When we meet
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| When we meet
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| When we meet ooh
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| Wanna reach out and tell him I’m sorry
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| Wanna touch him and say I forgive
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| When I know what to say
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| Will they all be okay
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| When we need
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| When you look into the eyes of your father
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| When you see into the soul of your son
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| Words are obsolete
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| If you know what you likes to eat
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| Who needs words
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| Who needs words
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| When you’ve been jogging so far
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| And you crave some caviar
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| And you father has tube in his hands ooh
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| And you know you are home
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| No longer alone, caviar
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| Yes you know you’re our home
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| You know longer alone
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| Caviar |