Intro: D G D E A
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Of the things that have made me, I count myself lucky.
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I consider it fortune, things like how I wasn’t taught at a young age to
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respect my elders.
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I thank goodness for my absence of a father.
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He could have taken me out, we’d have gone camping.
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I could have learned to wield my body as a weapon.
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These are things that I won’t be missing.
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I remember sitting in the car with my dirty old man as he explained
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how “she has asked for it” and how “it was her fault”
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I’m only glad I didn’t take the bait. I remember telling my mother
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It was the last time I saw my father. No regrets for what else I’ve been
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missing.
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‘Cause I’m not jealous of a well adjusted family,
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only Killing time ‘till they learn their anomaly don’t help the wounded ones:
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the children of the vengeful fathers.
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When everyone I know is still standing in the shadows of the men who left their mark,
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I’d rather be left in the dark. oh oh.
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If our fathers were our role models for god and they failed us,
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what does that tell us about our supposed omnipotent savior?
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Except we’re all born to fiction, daily recreated
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we play the roles from the stories we learned as kids.
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Who bends down? Who plays god?
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Is it fated that every boy on this earth should have his head stuck up his ass?
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We’re all just like our dads. We keep learning the same shit again.
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And I wonder how long till it ends?
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I remember when my dirty old man told me how I’d grow up to be just like him when I got old.
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What a bizarre thing to be told, to be told