The ugly truth
A father, a mother
It didnt mean anything
But the thing is
They yelled, and fought
Leave him alone, hey
Pretty sharp in his crumby way
But what does it mean?
He must've been drunker
To pass out cold
Watching the sea of lions
Closing in
Just for the hell of it
I wish you could've been there
you want to know the truth?
If you do,
You start missing everybody
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