| All I really wanted was this home
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| A place to get away from all the cold
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| I think I’m okay now, much more aware
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| My body is failing, getting slowly there
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| And we choose to remember, always the same place
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| Can we move on past the outpost?
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| We thought that each other was all we would need
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| We thought that each other was all we’d need
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| Well, I had a technicolor father with mechanical parts and an on and off heart
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| switch
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| And he snapped all our plugs, dragged them out through the doorway like
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| electrical entrails
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| As they dangled behind him, intestinal, worm-like, I grabbed one and sank in my
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| teeth
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| It showed no signs of life
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| As static as a starscape that pulses when the channel is missing and signal is
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| lost
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| Only to be seen at night, in dreams and lucent skies
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| And yes, we have found out cause it’s only fair
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| You’ve withheld the words of affection from when I cared
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| Now it’s too late to mend us
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| We start to deteriorate but we can always remember; |
| we would not have been the
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| same
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| If you had stayed nearby, would I have grown up in your image?
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| If so, then it’s good that you left
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| They say «like father, like son.»
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| Is that the reason that I constantly feel like I don’t exist?
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| I lost my fallen teeth to the bottom of the pillow
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| I lost all my sleep on Christmas Eve
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| And I’d do it all over for the little optimism that I harbored before you
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| taught me to never believe
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| I just can’t stand to see the same old walls
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| Try to leave me all alone
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| I don’t want to see you at all
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| I can’t help it. |
| I’m bottling everything up
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| You promised you would deliver me
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| You promised you’d keep me safe and sound
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| Father, the day you die I hope you die in a living room
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| I hope the irony does not let you laugh
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| I hope the life that flashes before your eyes is mine and it doesn’t flash fast
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| If you had stayed nearby, would you have taught me to vanish?
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| If so, then it’s all for the best
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| They say «like father, like son.»
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| Is that the reason that every time a person loves me I find it hard to love
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| them back? |