You did well, devil.
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Family life.
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It's like puzzle pieces disconnected.
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Pictures frames will never find.
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This broken home my demons still reside.
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You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside.
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Mother, I just needed you to know.
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Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
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I am a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone.
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Or am I just a head in the clouds, welcoming wind every time there's a storm?
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Where do I go now?
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I grew up in a house God built with the devils blueprints with no foundation found.
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I went to hell to have some words with the devil about what he did, but it was empty.
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Everyone moved out.
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Mother, I just needed you to know
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Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
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And father, I needed you the most
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But I'm still a kid in aging skin, a hypocrite trying to grow.
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Every time I try
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To bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind.
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I see the same crow on the power line.
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He could have flown to any other home,
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But he'll never stop chasing mine.
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HeˇŻll never stop chasing mine.
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It's a strange kind of comfort
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Learning to always love
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The cracks inside broken homes.
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Mother, I just needed you to know
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Something good grew out from all of the cracks in our broken home.
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And father, I needed you the most,
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But I'm still a kid in aging skin, and I will always love you both.
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Damnaged
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The Color Morale |