As a child it comes as no surprise, the wool was pulled over my eyes
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My parents kept me sheltered and safe, in turn I kept a smile on my face
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And I found what I thought was home, when I was only 6 years old
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I had a friend and a family and that was all that I really needed to be content.
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My younger days were spent alone and the only pain I'd ever known
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Was grazes to my hands and knees from always misplacing my feet
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But time goes on and people grow, and the cracks in the foundations show
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And nothing was ever what it seemed to be, for me.
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We got kicked out of the house that I grew up in
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And with that I lost my faith in finding home.
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And all this time
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We all seemed fine
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But the truth is all of us were barely getting by
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At 20 years I've grown to hate, every moment I'm awake
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Without these toxins in my veins, regardless of my parents pain
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My mother put on a brave face for a while but these days I barely see her smile
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Oh how I love to see her smile.
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And all this time
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We all seemed fine
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But the truth is all of us were barely getting by
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And all this time
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We all seemed fine
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But the truth is all of us were barely getting by
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We got kicked out of the house that I grew up in
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And with that I lost my faith in finding home...
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Home, Sweet Home
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| Deaf Havana |
