| «Daddy,» she has your eyes
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| And when she grins you can only realize
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| The guilt she manifests so deep
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| Inside you
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| That your thin veneer of catechism can no longer hide
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| The voice you hear
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| Her secret pain
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| As she digs the shiv into her placid veins
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| Now she has your eyes
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| But she can’t yet realize
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Your ever wayward eyes
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Will be her demise
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| You slipped into another, forbidden
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| Took her for the ride, you’ve ridden
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| Hoping to let her deep inside your disdain
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| What was it that drove your feign?
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| Into another’s arms, into another’s bed
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| When all the while your young one waits up in dread
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| What was it?
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| Was it something she did?
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| What was it?
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| Was it something she said?
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| Writhe and burn
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| Father you were
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| She dances in the moonlight
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| Collecting drops of the earthly dew
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| Celebrating her exit
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| From the benign sense of self she once knew
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| Raising her heavy glass
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| (Raising her heavy glass)
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| Her cup now spills on her skirt
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| And as she cuts her knees in the dirt
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| She prays for the hourglass to flip and reverse
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| Now she has your eyes
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Something you wanted, you wanted
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| Writhe and burn
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| Father you were |