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Dad I'd like you to see me as your son.My mother was the pot: she held the warm dirt ready for your seed.In her embrace you've seen me grow, andnow I'm out there on the road meeting girls who move theirtongues in figure eightsI showed up drunk to graduation.That's been my way of moving on:Pills and highway getaways, they made blurs feel like a light paradeBut this tunnel has no clear endAnd I think it's time that I made some investmentsand made my way away.And I think it's time, I listened to the priests who warned for miserybecause so far it's all I've seenAnd so far they've been dead on, and yeah, it's getting pretty hot in here too.The smoke that's trailing from your cigarette,it dreams of yellow fingers and a voice that sounds like rocks in the dryerI've seen some cute things but you hostA scent that smells like east Japan, and the smell of 15 other men.My love, you can't very well get your life back now.And I think it's time that I made some investmentsand made my way away.And I think it's time, I listened to the priests who warned for miseryLetras de cancionesbecause so far it's all I've seenAnd so far it's been dead on, and yeah, it's getting pretty hot in here too.I've seen some cute things but you hostA scent that smells like east Japan, and the smell of 15 other men.My love, you can't very well get your life back now. From Letras Mania