I dont remember being born, i dont remember my first step, and i cant remember what it felt like the first time i laughed or cried. I see all the pictures hanging all over my walls and get some sort of idea what it was like when i wasnt spoiled and jaded. There's no doubt in my mind that a son is suppossed to look up to his father. Maybe thats
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And I took them all down...
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