I may be obsessed
crazy, even and that is fine
I get that,
I get that all the time
Oh, and now we're casting stones
Not to decipher evil
but what is mine?
I get that,
I get that all the time
Father was a midnight driver
I hardly knew him
all I know is that his
hair was long
that's something to be proud of,
something to be proud of
Mother's upset
Dreaming of all of the answers
and all the crimes
If we can make it
Can we make it right this time?
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(in your chest) (in your chest) (in your chest)
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