[Chorus:]
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It's not size, or force, form, or technique.
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I battle you for custody.
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La, la, la.
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It's not size, or force, form, or technique.
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I battle you for custody.
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La, la, la.
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[Sage Francis:]
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The weak link is quivering, determining the chain's strength,
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Wimpering, vibrating! the wave length of its stress signals are more or
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Less symbols. it just trembles,
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Knowing it'll take the weight when the chain breaks and disassembles.
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See, mr. wendell? he knew nothing of this daily struggle.
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Sit under the disfunctional family tree and prepare for trouble.
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Could barely hear the mumbles beneath the ear-piercing rumbles.
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Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing out with verbal belt buckles.
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Friends crumble under similar circumstances within their own chain of events,
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From sloppy knots in family ties. the pain is intense,
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The tension is thick. two sided arguments are upsetting to him.
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Stretching the link, testing its endurance and spreading it thin.
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Trembling, holding onto what's "familia," in the italian sense, i'm reading intense drafts of sylvia plath.
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Before breaking off into an unfamilliar path,
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Faking coughs, divert the hurt by trying to act silly and laugh.
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Making light of situations when i sense a panic attack.
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I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic, and my toolbelt is black.
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She probably thinks i'm dead. she's probably dead.
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When he left she said i was so strong, but i know she's wrong.
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I need back support, my knees fold.
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Please hold your end of the bargain when i leave home,
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Please hold the keystone.
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[Sixtoo:]
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How far will he travel?
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The essential interpretation watching the sequential falling of the dominos.
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Which one will stay erect? a microcosm where every effort is just that.
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It's just maps, papercuts, and the photos to prove the strength.
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He followed the family, alone as the next member.
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California dreaming of moving out there in september.
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I sit in admiration, knowing that the weakest link
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Is also the one that holds the pillars on the brink
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Of collapse. relapse is the replay of emotional disarray,
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Sustaining the stains of teardrops on his t-shirt.
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Sometimes, taking for yourself is harder than giving.
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Those who want to give up, living in the circumstance.
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Dance around the issues of dealing with the problem,
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Drudging through the uncomfortable streets of dispairity.
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All's fair in love and clarity,
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And also ignorance.
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Chains don't always hold the fingerprints.
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[Sole:]
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Their hearts pump pure, and then sweaty palms tellin' lies,
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So blame it on a drug-addict, brother, and the cover-up.
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One can't help become center of attention,
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When everything is helpless, be realistic.
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Ever since the goldfish died, daughter can't see past the make-up.
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Stapling, "please become a savior to everything."
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Photo album catalog, better order new hand holders,
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Follow the odor to someone older and less experienced.
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The whole choir is off key and forgets the words,
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So ask later and get a free subscription to a diary,
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Not even worth reading.
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There was a time like this when mother's tears turned lakes and grew tree gardens.
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Now overgrown, with homemade grapes,
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But at least she can keep the whole family together.
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[Chorus]
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Testimony
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| Sage Francis |
