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I'm the son
Of my mom and dad
And it shows
In the way I'll never get a chance
To settle with my surroundings
Or even be remotely happy

I'm tired of this fucking bullshit
I'm tired of feeling homesick

Under the sky that swallowed all my friends
It's eating away at me and there isn't that much left
It's starting to out grow the hole punched in my chest
From when I ripped out my heart and held it above my head

I'll root up all the trees
I'll rake up all the leaves

Because
How greedy would it be
To act like I believe
That I deserve to live the life I lead

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