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Above my bed
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In this ugly room
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Hangs the whisper
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Of the same man
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You could be my father
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For the love we've shown
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It's just a little too late
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It's never enough to swallow those pills
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Now I'm sick, and always will be
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Take it, I don't want it
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You can have what you like
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Just don't try to trick me to sleep
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Don't turn out those lights
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You could be my father
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For the love we've shown
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It's just a little too late
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It's never enough to swallow those pills
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Now I'm sick, and always will be
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Dreams of meeting truth
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Be my father
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Dreams of meeting truth
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For the love
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I said
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You could be my father
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For the love that we've shown
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It's just a little too late
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It's never enough to swallow those pills
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Now I'm sick, now I'm sick, now I'm sick
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Just when you thought it was alright
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Just when you thought it was alright
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Coast is clear
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Coast is clear
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Coast is clear
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Coast is clear
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Coast is clear
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Coast is clear
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Coast is clear
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Coast is clear
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Name Coast Is Clear
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Artist Curve
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Album Pubic Fruit
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Original text by Toni Halliday / Dean Garcia
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