Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed.
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When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from the family.
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Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.
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Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade.
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But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
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What they created was a family story no one will tell. It's a photo album too terrible. But the
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pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.
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Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day.
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Silence was golden and they kept him to his word. So bewildered when he finally ran away.
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Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace.
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Yeah, Papa and his family always on parade. Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender's
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charade. But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
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What they created was a family story no one will tell. It's a photo album too terrible. But the
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pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.
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"Get me out of here, someone's got to save the day." The children are reminded to do it for the
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daddy's sake. And happiness is ever so far, far away.
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Yeah, lost as an island out at sea. Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.
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Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade.
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It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
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What they created was a family story no one will tell. It's a photo album too terrible. Still, the
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pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays.
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Pride and the Pallor
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