Daddys gone now
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hes gone off to fight
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the new world war
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hes gonna be a hero
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ya he'll be a star
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but what is seen
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aint what it means
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to you, you see the rest
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now daddys gonna go and kill
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you think thats best
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daddy thinks that its the right way
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daddy says he'll be ok!
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but now daddy has stopped writting
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and you dont know what to say
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whats right i cant see
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(this time im headed for the door)
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what is wrong with me
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i can see were so blind
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were so blind i can see
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so upset at the world
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and its mediocrity
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Johnny sighs
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as he leans back into his office chair
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he runs his fingers
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through his clean cut hair
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piles of bullshit
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growing up around his desk are large
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cause thats hte only way
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that johnny knows to charge
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johnny thinks that its the right way
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cause he gets six days off a year
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johnny still aint sick of waiting
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because he dont know what is fair
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whats right i cant see
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(this time im headed for the door)
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what is wrong with me
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i can see were so blind
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were so blind i can see
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so upset at the world
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and its mediocrity
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Wrong With Me
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