Autistic Youth - Deadbeat | Текст песни

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well this letter got several words
I bet it explains how you tied this noose around your neck
"Dear son, I write to fill you in"
we'll I'm out here in the cold so don't ask me how I feel
and I read again:
"I've been staying at a shelter in north-west Portland.
In may at a park down here it was cold and hard sleeping on the ground, and i wonder how you've been?"
fine. But I remember still being invited into your hell
I can't miss what I never had and I can't wish you dead
do the wicked to the rest, or do you just pretend?
those dreams aren't your home anymore
I'm not here to entertain
I was your son, and then I had nowhere else to be

someday it'll be just the devil, and you and me.

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