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came home from work
grapped a beer and watched tv
you weren't the kind of father who'd like to play with me

mum called, dinner's ready
she tried to fix us a hot plate
you looked at the clock hit her in the face
and said your 5 minutes to late
you weren't the kind of father who was steady

mum and I did the dishes
you grapped your coat
she asked are you going somewhere
you just left without a word without a note
you weren't the kind of father who was always there

came home at twelfe o'clock
saw mum dead on the floor
you're in a shock
she rests in peace
u can't hurt her anymore

you weren't a kind of fahter at all




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20 februari 2002


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