Radical Face – Second Family Portrait (Guitar)

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  My life started slow

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  In a town of idle minds

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  Where daydreams filled the space

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  Between our simple dramas

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  And my mom was strange

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  But she'd always liked to sew

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  And my clothes smelled like

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  The room I was born in

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  And my dad was calm

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  Never used two words when one'd do

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  And my brother's hands were mischief bent

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  With no will to stop 'em

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  And on the whole

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  We lived simply and day-to-day

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  Our fears were trivial

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  When I was twelve

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  My affliction came to light

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  And I was told that some things I heard

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  Were only there in my head

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  But I couldn't tell

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  Which were real and which were now

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  And the question loomed over all I did

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  Whether I could trust it

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  And I guess over time

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  It became too much

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  And I was sent away

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  At my mom's behest

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  Now I live up north

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  In the house for the broken heads

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  And my father comes and visits me

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  Whenever he can afford it

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  Sometimes at night

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  When the voices quiet down

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  I find I hope that I am missed