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The bias of the father runs on through the sonand leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spitat the face staring back in the mirror How can he tell a good act from the badhe can't even remember his name How can he do what needs to be donewhen he's a follower not a leader The sickness of the mother runs on through the girlleaving her small and helpless Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gunleaving her running in circles How she can tell a good act from the badwhen she's flat on her back in her room How can she do what needs to be donewhen she's a coward and a bleeder The man if he marries his childand have endless excuses The woman sadly will do much the samethinking that it's right and it's proper Better than their mommy or their daddy did Better than the childhood they suffered The truth is they're happier when they're in pain In fact, that's why they got married
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