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Tuesday, in the morning I walk outside to a police car Pulling up to my yard Goodbye dear stepfather I punch my fist right through the wall Now that it's over I don't know how to feel Moving to California Where I won't have to deal So, watcha think? Do you think it would make you sad? Watcha think? Do you think it would make you sorry? Well, I'm sorry I wouldn't want to make you sorry For me Wednesday, in the morning I walk downstairs To the sound of my mother and my sister crying Chain-smoking cigarettes Foot to the floor of my car As I go to confront you Letras de cancionesNow that it's over I don't know how to feel Moving to California Where I won't have to deal So, watcha think? Do you think it would make you sad? Watcha think? Do you think it would make you sorry? Well, I'm sorry I wouldn't want to make you sorry I'm sorry I wouldn't want to make you sorry I'm sorry I wouldn't want to make you sorry For me From Letras Mania