“FATHER” 5 Dec 96

You can put you arm around me
and pretend to be a father
you can glance at the mourners
and make sure everyone is looking forward
I don’t know the words
this song means nothing
I didn’t choose it
I don’t feel like singing.
Not now. Not ever.

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