| I wrote this for my brother
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| I didn’t mean to become a stranger
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| And this is for my mother
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| How could I ever turn and leave this place?
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| Now listen, Father
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| I need to tell you all I’ve learned from you
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| It’s written on my face
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| As I drive 'round the world in disgrace
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| Does the telephone ring?
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| Can’t wait to show you what a jaded fuck I’ve become
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| I’m officially finished singing about some better way
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| Because we’re all so young and there’s time to change
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| Just tell me, aren’t these the reddest eyes you’ve ever seen?
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| Sitting on the steps of where my family’s grown
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| I fold from this game
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| After the hundredth time, this feeling’s passed over me
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| I’ll try my best not to take my time
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| Making the telephone ring
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| I’ll waste my life and never make up the time
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| I wrote this for my brother
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| I didn’t mean to become a stranger
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| And this is for my mother
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| How could I ever turn and leave this place?
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| Now listen, Father
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| I need to tell you all I’ve learned from you
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| It’s written on my face
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| As I drive 'round the world in disgrace
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| I’m not gonna take my time
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| Making the telephone ring
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| I’ll waste my life and never make up the time
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| Are you still happy to see my pale face?
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| Oh, tell me why I rot on the inside
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| Dry your eyes off in half-time
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| We’ll only speak when it matters to me
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| How I despise this disguise
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| I’ll never take my time
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| Making the telephone ring
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| I’ll waste my life and never make up the time
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| Are you happy to see my pale face?
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| Oh, tell me why I sit and I rot on the inside
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| I can’t find
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| The words to dry your eyes
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| (Ain't life grand sometimes?) |