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I have lived in a junkyard |
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Where the weeds eat up the rain |
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If you get anything there out of place |
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You know there's hell to pay |
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And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely, |
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And in need of a hand." |
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He tells me, "You are never worthy," |
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But I was just a child, you see? |
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That was my reality |
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He had a sick little girl |
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Dirty and hard, with a breast plate made of metal |
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She drives all day in her rusty Buick |
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And her feet don't reach the pedals |
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Got a jar of flies, father's disguise |
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Where his heart should be |
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Her mouth is sewn together |
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She screams with those eyes(screams with those eyes) |
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"She fell sick, she is lovely |
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And in need of my hand."(Yeah he uses his hands) |
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He tells her, "You are never worthy." |
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She was all alone, you see? |
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That was her reality |
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Yeah, when I should have been sleeping |
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Should have been dreaming |
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But I wake up to broken glass |
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There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class |
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I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand |
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To save my poor mother from the junkyard man! |
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He's as sick as she is lovely |
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And in need of a hand |
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He will know he's not worthy |
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When he dies alone, you see? |
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That's his reality |
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I'm not sick, I am lovely |
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Hatred is the curse of man |
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I will not feel unworthy |
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Because I have washed my hands, you see? |
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That's my reality |
