Suddenly a silence in the house
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Suddenly another father disappears
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Family caught in something backwards
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The fact is, he never was here
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Counting all the crickets on the porch
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Telling haunted stories on the trains
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He had a warped imagination
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This patient was never the same
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He’s just looking for a crumb
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Paranoia haunts him, wondering what he has done
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No one is safe, no one is safe
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Writing long letters to his dad
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That he knows won’t be sent
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Mother doesn’t hurt his feelings
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Assures him he’s no accident
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One more tire in the swamp
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One more fire burning thin
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He knows where his bleeding heart is
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Determined to never give in
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No one is safe
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Born In A Fleamarket
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| stellastarr* |
