Dad, your boy's about to fall. He walks the razor's edge. He's on the brink of fading out. He's at his bitter end. Dad, your boy, he used to run, you taught him how to crawl. He left home to find his own, now all he had is gone. In your eyes I see a darkness that torments you and in your head where it dwells. I'd give you my hand if you'd reach out
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