Dear mother,
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This is just survival.
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Cannot promise your children everything,
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But you would lie so they can sleep tonight.
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Defeat tasted nothing like you said.
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Still 22 days left till the end of the world.
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My legacy was making you a man
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For a justice I could not change.
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This is one voice not to forget;
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"Fight every fight like you can win;
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An iron fisted champion,
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An iron willed fuck up."
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Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
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Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
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Why death is easier than living?
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You can be almost anything
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When you're on your fucking knees.
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Not today,
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Not my son,
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Not my family,
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Not while walking is still honest,
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And you haven't given up on me.
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Dear shithead,
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This isn't happening;
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The sky is really falling,
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The paint's all made of lead,
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There's asbestos in the walls,
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Hell's come over to rip off the doors
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To your priveleged heaven.
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Do you want to love and feel it?
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You can look but you can't taste it.
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You can reach but you'll never have it.
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We are untouchable;
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Untouchable is something to be.
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Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
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Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
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Why death is easier than living?
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You can be almost anything
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When you're on your fucking knees.
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Not today,
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Not my son,
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Not my family,
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Not while walking is still honest,
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And you haven't given up on me,
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And you haven't given up on me,
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And you haven't forgotten me...
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Walking Is Still Honest
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| Against Me! |
