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I broke down through everything
and you tried your best, to live through the state
I was in oh I know.
I remember all those dark days
with darker friends when I wouldn't come home,
you'll never get back a piece of yourself that I stole.

I know you keep it all your head locked away and I,
can't fight the feeling I can't fight the feeling inside.

It's the little things, oh it's the little things that you hide
(with a steady hand and a little time you will find, that),
even you can see, I got the fever in me.

I was beat down and drunk as hell when I lost my home,
I guess I knew what was coming for me then.
I saw myself in my mothers eyes and I found some hope,
but now my dreams are in black and white again...

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