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I felt like somebody somewhere could see My dad and Russell running through the woods of lost creekOh it’s a shame Jessica never got clean, You know the last time I saw her was honestly awful for meLately on Sundays he started to sleep, Trading in on your fathers theologyI know you loved him but not equally, To your big tent revival ministry That never turned out to be worth much of anythingGonna die with that ego, you never fly he never sleepsVacated board room with wine on the whitest teeth The guiltiest movements the ponders secrets can keepYou say you love me but if you could see That the pain that comes when you touch meNever really turns out to be worth much of anythingThe problem will resurface eventuallyI felt like somebody somewhere could seeMy dad and Russell playing with my cousin and meDo you know how to get back to Lost Creek?To that house in the forest where laughter came menacinglyBack when no problems surfaced and we learned eventuallyMmmmmmMMmmmm From Letras Mania