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Dear Dad Yours Truly

I?m getting closer, but still far away So far I?m longing to feel it again So far so broken from missing your hand Guiding me softly, and I?ll not pretend

Can?t sleep every night Coming home to a fight Tired of you talking down to me Making me feel like I?m only three Promise me things will get better

waiting for you This is your reality You?re down to almost nothing, nothing While your heart was looking away All your life was stolen that day You held on to your

metronome Pounds, and he feels his life is a poem Life is a poem Mr. Wright, why hasn?t your life been kind? Lonely at the city line Pray for your friends

re going to need a modest man But I want it all, and I want it bad Does that make me a wanted man? And if what you save is lives And Thieves believe your

feels like years Your letters tell it like it is That's what I'll do for sure I'm coming back home Once more Want to massage your shoulders again Caress your

Hello friends, welcome to the world Where dreams to fly Are shot down by gravity And all we think about, all we think about Is injury Wednesday rain

I want to run away Better get gone Congregations with Hopes up as high as gas prices Release them Let them think without your vices Vanish now Take your

lickle sister don't need to hear that Dear Mum, I know your having problems with dad But all good things come to an end So I can see why your packing your