demons

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i used to ask for food you'd say no do it yourself how could i small child.
you'd throw us around and treat us like dirt.
but in the end it was only our hearts that got hurt.
we know your routine.
you come home from the pub go to bed and do it all again it us all up
if it wasn't for my mum
were would i be now
living with you i don't know how
what kind of person could i be
taking after you thank god for her she's wonderful unlike you.

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