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I've got the hands of a carpenter and I get them from my grandfather.
But what I build just gets torn down, or I burn it to the ground.
I've been putting out fires I light since i can't remember.
To light my way home I carry torches and burdens.
I've got the heart of an operator and i get it from my grandmother.
I'm always patching lines so no on starts forgetting about me.
And it seems that I don't without lying, cheating, or complaining.
To light my way home I carry torches and burdens.
I've got a past filled with lovers, skeletons under covers.
They're never sleeping, always leave in the morning.
So I'll burn that history with a song for the dead and buried.
I've got a claim on a casket, a hole in the ground that keeps my friends worried.
And my head is train wreck, derailed and off track.
My mother is a car crash, that's where i get it.
I swear like a sailor, sew my mouth like a tailor.
I've got a bad, bad temper and it's all from my father.
But I love them.
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