My feet couldn't reach the pedals
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So my father got on his knees
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He used his hands to press the pedals
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At the bottom of the Hammond B3
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Six years old and I lied about the school grades
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I told my momma that my daddy already reprimanded me
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And when my father found out he beat me with a belt of leather
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Until my arms bled open and it caused my back to bleed
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So as a growing young man I act like a six year old
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I act like a little ass boy
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And I'm protective of all my toys
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Cause they're the only things that never judge me
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That's why I act like a six year old
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Full of imagination and wonder,
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I'm still afraid of falling under
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Six years old and I'm staring at a movie screen
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In a dark sanctuary shaking watching image of the beast
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Repeated nightmares can't even sleep at 23
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Thanks a lot dad now I'm stuck with fuckin' PTSD
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Now my relationships suffer and I can't live a normal life
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But your philosophies daddy said
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It's alright to scare off to Christ,
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So when I'm selfish and needy or I act like a spoiled brat
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Just trying to function normally with a mother playing mom or dad.
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I always felt like the world hated me although I do my best,
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Like I'm the only best friend
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People kind of wish they never had
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Six years old
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I'm a little ass boy
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And I'm protective of my toys
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They're the only things that never judge me
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I'm a six year old full of imagination
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I'm protective of my toys cause they never judge me
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Because they never judge me
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And I'm still afraid of going under
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Who's going to catch
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Catch the fallen, fallen?
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Fallen
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Fallen
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Who's going to catch the fallen?
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Someone say fallen, fallen, fallen
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Who's going to catch the fallen?
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6/Fallen
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| Elijah Blake |
