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son, you've got a way to fall
they'll tell you where to go,
but they won't know

son, you better take it all
they'll tell you what they know,
but they won't show

son, you've got a way to kill
they're picking on you still,
but they don't know

son, you'd better wait to shine
they'll tell you what is yours,
but they'll take mine

oh, i've got something in my throat
i need to be alone
while i suffer

oh, there's a hole inside my boat
and i need to stay afloat
for the summer