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Dad


liein', liein', why you always liein',

and when the time comes you wonder why im cryin'.

You called me a peice of art,

then went and broke my heart.

You messed with my head,

now im wishin' that im dead

yeah, yeah i no what you did,

when i was just a kid.

It was right in frount of my eyes,

yeah that ain't no suprise.

I wish i didnt no,

but it actually helps me no.

I no your whole act,

yeah dad thats a fact.

Was i that bad?

Did you really have to go dad? 

Just go buy a nother beer, 

and ill be over here. 

Just go think about your next high,

and when you decide to be a dad, call me...Bye.

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