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Jun 13, 2008 14:07

I know I wasn't home for your ninth birthday
And for your eighth I gave you my goodbye
I know you think that there is no hope
And getting out of town is the only way to cope
But don't follow me
I'm just trying to get to the sea
My mistakes are coming too
I want to keep it that way
Just so you know
You can leave your family,
your friends,
and your life
But the memory of that old bastard
Will haunt you every day
I know you don't trust me
What would you say
If I told you I was sorry?
I know you think there is no hope
And getting out of town is the only way to cope
But don't follow me
I'm just trying to get to the sea
A few words untold is enough damage done.
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