(McNabb)
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Forgive me for the state I'm in
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They cut the rope that I was climbing
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Tally with incentive
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You should slip down here
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and taste the poison
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Small fat man with case in hand,
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Surveys the situation,
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Brother the small price of a bicycle
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isn't mine
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We'll be watching, we'll be waiting
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Heavens let you heart decide,
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She's all the daughters of her father's house
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See the changes, none the wiser,
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Ton o'rusty dreams inside her,
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All the daughters of her father's house
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You and I are old companions,
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Can't resist the challenge can we?
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Saw you on the television,
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Nine years older up and counting,
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Father drove the taxi cab,
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I'd sit below the meter,
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If you'd try to hail us,
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We'd have passed you by
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We'll be watching, we'll be waiting
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Heavens let you heart decide,
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She's all the daughters of her father's house
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See the changes, none the wiser,
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Ton o'rusty dreams inside her,
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All the daughters of her father's house
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Can't pin it down, I'm confused
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been abused but maybe not
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Giv'em greed would not bite
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the hand that feeds
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All The Daughters (Of Her Father's House)
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| The Icicle Works |
