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Intro (starting at :31 with the piano):

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So we start with my father as a boy barely spoke a word of english fell in

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love from a distance he watched her working from the back fence

He learned some words and some clever turns of phrase from his father's

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book of poets, she wasn't taken in that instant, but grew impressed with

his persistence.

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They met each other out by moonlight, made love in the nearby woods, then

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her folks became suspicious when her cycle broke and (?). They stole

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away without their goodbyes, got married in a foreign town, made their way

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as best as they could. Found jobs and settled down. And then time moved on.

Interlude:

D A (x2)

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I was born in a river of blood on sheets from the wedding day. The room was dark and the 
stench was thick my father couldn't stand the smell of it.

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Mama died in the night cause the nearest doctor couldn't stem the blood

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loss. Father cried out on the back porch. My sister held me at the

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neighbor's house. Oh my there was a storm then, there was a flood of a

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different kind. Father's eyes were often vacant, but his hands were rarely

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quiet. Sister learned to take her hits well, both from life and the

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physical kind, but I was never one to lie down, despite who picked the

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fight. So we designed our hells.

Interlude:

A D E (x2)

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Father turned into a drinker, a dark bastard with a wooden heart. Sister

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learned to be a mother, before she ever played another part. And I became a

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little terror, I lashed out at whatever's around. Took some time before I

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settled, to find a mind that was somewhat sound. And like it always does,

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time rushed on.

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Six years later father died in the very same bedroom. Many said it was the

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grief that did it, I have to say it's cause he hung himself. To be honest

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neither sister nor myself ever much regret his passing. But I admit it was

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a nice thing, to always know that we could feed ourselves.

-Ben Malley