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he stands fast at the door he's nothing like the others what a lack of any goals i can't shout anymore this treatment isn't working and it's making my throat sore pulls the cloth that hides his things and looks the feed, it isn't there mom must be catching on again awaits a lesson in the finer thing in life but the boy inside the story isn't him cannot seem to do anything to please him slow realize - losing him confrontation meets a boiling point he leaves the house again another night inside a car awaits a lesson in the finer things in life but the boy inside the story isn't him coming of age, i can feel it turning away my eyes Aus Songtexte Mania