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Don't let there beSomthing sout in my coffeeThis fourteen year oldIs screaming get out of my countryI won't let him riseJust to say goodbyeHourly DailyThis August callBrings somthing bad in his sock drawThere's too much hateCovering up those once white wallsI don't wan't my boyTo think that I'm only to avoidTread safe, Hourly DailyHe's the spiting image of the oldest of twoNow what kind of mess have you got yourself into?Make the morning pledgeTo the hum of the city quietPray [that] the daybreak sunCan fill up the halls of a sleepless nightBring one good faceInto this house todayHourly DailyHe's the spiting image of the oldest of twoNow what kind of mess have you got yourself into |