| They fuck you up, your mom and dad
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| The may not mean to, but they do
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| When I look into the eyes of a child
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| I see nothing but future, fear, and misery
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| Whether mine or his, it’s certainly there
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| 90 flavors of sorrow and fear
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| They fill you with the faults they had
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| And add some just for you
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| Born naked and crying, that’s TKO
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| And in the first round?! |
| You still wanna go?
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| I’m an idiot, but I’m not stupid
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| Pass on my misery? |
| Even I wouldn’t choose it
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| I’m never gonna save the day
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| And maybe you will find another
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| Maybe just another way
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| And maybe I’m broken down
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| But baby you will have another
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| Living in the safe and sound
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| This is far from the best result possible
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| But it’s the best possible result
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| When I look into the eyes of a child
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| I see nothing but my inherited misery
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| Whether mine or his, it’s obviously there
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| Generations of failures and fear
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| Man hands on misery to man
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| It deepens faster than the nation’s coastal shelf
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| Get out as early as you can
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| And don’t have any kids yourself
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| Born naked and crying, that’s TKO
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| And in the first round?! |
| You still wanna go?
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| I’m an idiot, but I’m not stupid
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| Pass on my misery? |
| Even I wouldn’t choose it
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| I’m never gonna save the day
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| And maybe you will find another
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| Maybe just another way
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| And maybe I’m broken down
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| But baby you will have another
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| Living in the safe and sound |