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Yeah, cigarette ashes and
Tickets to the dances and
One buck bottle of wine under a minute of my time
I'll give you all that I can, son
It may be less than I have, son
Don't break the ties that border us, son
Don't waste my time
You're no son of mine!
I've got so many errands to run, son
Fraternize with poker buddies and their cash, son
I spent the better part of life singing you stupid lullabies
And handcuffed tight behind my back under your mother's watchful eye, god rest her soul
God bless a wasted life
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