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> Dear son - Daddys never comin back home
He passed on - claim him as one of your own My minds numb - Nothing has been clearer than this They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn And I know - Poppa never intended for this To drag me - Down into this bottomless pit Ive been given just about - all I can chew I think back on loves empty truth And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died I walked in - Cops talkin standing around I kneeled down - His body lying there on the ground I begged please, please - Let me get a minute with him And they said - Dont touch anything kid It smelt like life - just exit the room I cried to - A shell of a man I once knew My minds been spinning way out of control I cant believe that its been three long years ago And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day Dear son - Daddys never comin back home Ive gone numb - Wish I had the strength to live on I cant breathe - Is there any air left in here? I cant believe - Everything I hold disappears Has gone on - Time and time again all alone And dear Son - Daddys never comin back home And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died |
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