Baby boy had a big old heart
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Large enough to tear apart
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Split evenly in two
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Evenly in two
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Mom and Dad had a rocky start
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Too much head, too little heart
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Soon one turned into two
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One, two
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Dirty hands made separate beds
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And folded sheets in which they slept
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Oh what's a boy to do?
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What's a boy to do?
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When Daddy finds ten dollar whores
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And liquor stores
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Can offer more
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Than his family
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Than his friends
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More than a woman that he wed
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"Oh no, what a shameful seed I've sown."
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Then one day daddy walked away
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From his wife, the child they had made
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It must have been too much
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It must have been too much
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Mommy tried her best to pay
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The bills so that her son could stay
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In the house that he was raised
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The sons fight the father's war
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Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old)
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He walked out the door
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Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise)
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Left his son to fight his war
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You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old)
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Look how crooked I've grown
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What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken)
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What a seed you've sown
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Court ordered visits meant weekends with his Dad
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Where he had learned his share of lessons on how to drink like his old man
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Back home his mother packed her bags and the dreams that she watched down
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For a single room apartment in the seedy part of town
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Baby boy became the dad
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His family had always lacked
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A spitting image of the man
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Down to the way he turned his back
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He inherited his cheating, an heir to his drunken breath
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His father willed him arrogance and passed down his empty chest
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Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old)
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He walked out the door
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Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise)
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Left his son to fight his war
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You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old)
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Look how crooked I've grown
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What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken)
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What a seed you've sown
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"Be a lightbulb"
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I'm a wishbone
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"Be a rifle, a telephone"
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I'm just here for you to use
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I've got nothing left to lose
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I'm the wardship battle
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I'm the remnants of the precious metals that weigh you both down
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We are heavied, oh so heavy
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We are heavied, oh so heavy
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Love for his heels (The place where love grew too old)
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He walked out the door
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Left his son to fight his war (Too old and broken to appraise)
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Left his son to fight his war
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You shadow, you ghost (The place where love grew too old)
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Look how crooked I've grown
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What a shameful seed you've sown (Too old and broken)
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What a seed you've sown
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The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover
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| The Receiving End Of Sirens |
