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FUnwanted but breathing In the next room sleeping DmMy mother shes crying And my fathers been drinking FIn our rundown apartment Where the roof is still leaking DmHes cursing and cussing Its just the whiskey talking
BbAnd Ive got lots of memories like tDmhis one BbOf empty days and nights spent tired and Flonesome GmWhen I think back to all of it BbIts all too much Oh its all too much when youre just a little kid
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FMy little brother just a newborn baby DmIn the image of my mother says hes a blessing FBut not to my father oh how he hates him DmAn undeserving mistake He calls him a burden
BbAnd Ive got lots of memories like tDmhis one BbOf picking sides and picking fights betwFeen them GmWhen I think back to all of it BbWell its all too much Well its all too much when youre just a little kid
BbAnd when I Fwake up in the Bbmorning it all fFeels like a bad dream BbOne that Ffollows you and Bbhaunts you endlessFly BbYeah haunts me endlessly
Well broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating
DmThe addiction and the lying and the promise of leaving FWhile my old man was a bastard I admired and loved him DmAnd us two kids we were born in to a family not a fortune no
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