歌词
bury your dead-mother night
When you call that orphanage home,
settled you've for one step above alone inside you.
I think it's well known
there's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul.
So let go.
The irony of your foster home
isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone.
Who's there to comfort you
when he's bruising your face?
Who's there to comfort you
when you've lost your way
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the ******* tree.
Assume the barrel is rotten
and so you pick up and leave.
How could you dig up your roots
so ******* easily?
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the ******* tree.
and so you pick up and leave.
How could you dig up your roots
so ******* easily?
When you call that orphanage home,
you've settled for one step above alone inside you.
I think it's well known
there's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul.
The irony of your foster home
isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone.
Who's there to comfort you
when he's bruising your face?
Who's there to comfort you
when you've lost your way
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the ******* tree.
Assume the barrel is rotten
and so you pick up and leave.
How could you dig up your roots
so ******* easily?
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the ******* tree.
The poison apple
doesn't fall far from the ******* tree.
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