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heavy are the branches |
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hanging from my ****ed up family tree |
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and heavy was my father |
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a stoic man of pride and privacy |
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and i don't care much for wishful thinking |
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it's heavy as i breathe |
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because i don't believe in second chances |
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it's heavy as i leave |
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as prideful as a man he was |
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proud my father never was of me |
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i did it for survival |
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but i looked like the asshole anyway |
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you ate up all my breadcrumbs |
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now i'm lost alone inside your cave |
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among six billion people |
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i want the ones who never wanted me |
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i'm not one for religion |
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but i can't seem to ditch this imagery |
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and i don't care much for wishful thinking |
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it's heavy as i breathe |
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because i don't believe in second chances |
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it's heavy as i leave |
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and i don't care much for wishful thinking |
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i can't breathe |