Father
Do i know you
I don't know the answer to that question
Yea I guess you could say you've been here
But then again have you really
When i pick up the phone to call you the line goes dead
When i try to talk it all goes into my head
You left since I was a little girl with no clue of anything in this world
It hurts but i still try to let it go
Even though its all i know is to let things go
People tell me don't give up and to fight for your dream
But hey what do they know
I'll tell you one thing they know more than me
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