A Shaggy Dog Shames Its Owner

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My father was run out of this town
A coward and a drunk
And my mother tried desperately
To clear the name for me
Even in death that guy still makes a mess of our lives
That's how I found you
Angel at your bedside, kneeling down in front of Mary
With scary eyes
Kill myself for a vision
For an honest opinion
For what my mother wanted, what my mother wanted for me
Even in death that guy still makes a mess of our lives
That's how I found you
Even in death that guy still makes a mess of our lives
That's how I found you
Lately I've been thinking, doing some real serious thinking
About the space between
Near the edge and passing, a few feet on
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