i know you’d take the flak
i know you fell to your knees
and cried, when you heard about that
jack, i know you’re in too deep
is there a heart to keep?
is there something to find
under the rubble heap?
your daughter, grew into a mother
she named her wildest son after you
your princess, she grew into a lover
but she still talks about you
talks about you
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