[music: Tchort, lyrics: Tchort]
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A blessing from below, born a sweet child like foretold
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Could it the boy that I used to be
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Oh, father please forgive me if I`ve done you wrong
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For how long will you let me suffer all alone
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Father! Please!
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A father`s touch, a beating one too much
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Hiding in the closet waiting for him to sleep
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What others saw of me, was what dad wanted them to see
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Father! Please!
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I want to taste the free, like nothing ever used to be
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I want to taste what is mine
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Am I evil, could it be, that I am the one they fear
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Look at me, I am the sweetest one you`ll ever see
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I made it through the old into a brand new life
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No more hiding in the closet, waiting for him to sleep
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Into the shadows of old
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Strange memories of time gone
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I was never rightfully yours
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Storys like mine, that were never told
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Out of the window feeling free
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That is how I killed me...
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The Boy In The Attic
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| Green Carnation |
