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F
Unwanted, but breathing.
In the next room, sleeping.
D
My mother, she’s crying and my father’s been drinking.
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In our run down apartment, where the roof is still leaking.
Dm
He’s cursing and cussing, it’s just the whiskey talking.

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I’ve got lots of memories like this one.
Bb                                  F
Of empty days and nights spent tired and lonesome.
Bb                                   Bb
When I think back to all of it, it’s all too much, it’s all too much when you’re 
just a little kid.

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My little brother, just a newborn baby.
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In the image of my mother, she says he’s a blessing.
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But not to my father, oh how he hates him.
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“An undeserving mistake.” He calls him a burden.

Bb                             F
I’ve got lots of memories like this one.
Bb                             F
Of picking sides and picking fights between them.
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When I think back to all of it, it’s all too much when you’re just a little kid.
Bb
When I wake up in the morning it all feels like a bad dream,
Bb
one that follows you and haunts you endlessly.
F
Ooh

(only drums and vocals until the Dm)
Broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating,
Dm
the addiction, and the lying, and the promise of leaving.
F
While my old man was a bastard, I admired and loved him.
    Dm
And Us two kids were born in to a family, not a fortune.

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