he loved the music than us
help ,daddy
mum's wrist are bleeding
but daddy was'nt here
i followed you daddy
you told me that
you ain't living
you lied to me dad
and now you make mummy
sad i got the point
fine me and muumy
so go out there and
show that you love
them more than us
that what you want
they want you more
so they keep screaming ur name
there's no wonder you can't
go to sleep.
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