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How does it feel,

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knowing your parents are proud of you.

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Can you taste the palpable stench,

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being released from your foul mouth.

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As you preach of love and work,

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you foul the air with your reek that makes me retch.

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Your sermons can't touch me here though,

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they can never penetrate to the afterlife.

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Why does my mother cry?

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Has something happened to my brother?

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Nothing could have happened,

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he's sitting there next to her as my father speaks.

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Hey look at that,

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somebody put a fake corpse that looks like me in a casket.

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Can't any of you tell,

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that's not me there, it can't be.

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I've learned the secret of flying dad,

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all you need to do is believe you can fly and you will.

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Didn't I prove that when I flew,

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right off that 30 story building.

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I can fly brother,

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and I can protect the sky.

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I will never come back now,

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there is so much more for me to see.

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I love you all,

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goodbye for now.

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