| He walks the stairs
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| And stands at the door.
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| Bottle in his right,
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| Fist in his left, clenched tight.
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| He’s already trampled over his wife,
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| The beginning of his family’s demise.
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| As he stares into his little girl’s eyes,
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| His little girl’s green eyes,
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| And to her surprise, he actually came home tonight.
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| But he’s still not acting right.
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| He knows better,
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| But he’s never experienced it.
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| It’s a night much like when he was young,
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| Mama’s on the floor again yelling
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| «I love you’s"at the man standing above her.
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| Who can only respond with violence.
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| He notices the similarities
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| And begins to scream off the balcony:
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| «I will never be like you.
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| I will always despise you.
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| Betrayer, where is your head?
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| Betrayer, where is your heart?
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| Betrayer, I will never be like you.
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| Betrayer, I will always despise you.»
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| Betrayer, where is your head?
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| Betrayer, where is your heart?
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| Betrayer, I will never be like you.
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| Betrayer, I will always despise you
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| He’s still outside screaming into the wind
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| About his distaste for his former kin.
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| His evil thoughts are pushing him to the edge
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| And now he’s flirting with that ledge.
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| Those green eyes look at him from behind.
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| She’s begging him to change his mind.
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| He shows his back to those he loves
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| When he dives headfirst into the earth.
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| He buries his head, hiding it from the world.
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| Then screams his little girl:
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| «I will always despise you.
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| Betrayer, where is your head?
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| Betrayer, where is your heart?
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| Betrayer, I will never be like you.
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| Betrayer, I will always despise you.»
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| I will always despise you.
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| I will always despise you. |