So sorry son you're worrying your mother
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No explanation's gonna make it seem alright
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Young boy, listen to your father
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It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide
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How does it feel? When you're looking down the barrel
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of a loaded gun...Tell me how it feels
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Did you see your life flash right before your eyes?
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Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor
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young boy we're going to send you to the lions
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The men all dressed in white, when you become undone
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How does it feel when I might have brought you up
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but you are not my son...tell me how it feels
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So many times I tried to bring you up you brought me down
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I won't consider you again stop looking at me like you care
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I worked my fingers to the bone
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I'm not your father or your friend
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You might have lived here once but this is not your home
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Tell me how it feels
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You don't mean much to me I didn't plant the seed
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I'm not your father cause you didn't turn out right
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Young boy send you to the fire
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the men all dressed in white is more than suicide
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How does it feel?
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How does it feel?
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How does it feel?
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When you're looking down the barrel of the loaded gun...
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Straight From The Jacket
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| No Use For A Name |
