"It's my brother's back
It's my father's arms
Every twisted fact
In my sorry heart
Sorry heart
Sorry heart
All that dialogue
Doubling back at me
All that tangled talk
All that growling need
And each desperate drive
For a looser piece
And each endless night
And each wasted week
I spit and I scream
What's done is done
Go make your peace with everyone"
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