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Day He Died
Dear son, daddy's never coming back home
He passed on, claim him as one of your own
My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this
They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn
And I know, papa never intended for this
To drag me, down into this bottomless pit
I've been given just about all I can chew
I think back on love's empty truth
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
I walked in, cops talking standing around
I kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground
I begged please, please let me get a minute with him
And they said, "Don't touch anything kid"
It smelt like life just exit the room
I cried to the shell of a man I once knew
My mind's head spinning way, out of control
I can't believe it's been three long, years ago
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
Dear son, daddy's never coming back home
I've gone wrong, wish I had the strength to live on
I can't breathe, is there any air left in here?
I can't believe, everything I hold disappears
It's gone on, time and time again I'm alone
And dear son, daddy's never coming back home
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
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And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
And dear son, daddy's never coming back home
It's gone on, time and time again I'm alone
I can't believe, everything I hold disappears
I can't breathe, is there any air left in here?
I've gone wrong, wish I had the strength to live on
Dear son, daddy's never coming back home
I feel like the day
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I can't believe it's been three long, years ago
My mind's head spinning way, out of control
I cried to the shell of a man I once knew
It smelt like life just exit the room
And they said, "Don't touch anything kid"
I begged please, please let me get a minute with him
I kneeled down, his body lying there on the ground
I walked in, cops talking standing around
I feel like the day he died
And I feel like the day he died
I think back on love's empty truth
I've been given just about all I can chew
To drag me, down into this bottomless pit
And I know, papa never intended for this
They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn
My mind's numb, nothing has been clearer than this
He passed on, claim him as one of your own
Dear son, daddy's never coming back home
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