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25 Years
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I vent my frustration at you old man, after
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Years your ears will hear..You screamed that you
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Tried, but it's words of a weakling and promises made
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By a drunken liar fucking liar. Now you pick up that splintered
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Chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that should
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Have been long ago kicked in by me. Alone.
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I won't lose a second of sleep for this...Don't touch me.
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Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,
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Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.
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But these years of detachment have left me with
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Demons now surfacing. But I'm becoming more than nothing.
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You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
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You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence.
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But now you don't have to dump me off, not again...
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Don't touch me again.
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I vow, lest I die tomorrow...
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You'll never be the father I am. The bastard father to
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The thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. The
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Ones with fathers just like you. We're fucking you back.
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I'm shoving my life right down your throat. Can I
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Find the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at the
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Ground as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila?
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Or failure?
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We're fucking you back.
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25 Years
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