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Lyric:Dear daddy, I write you
In spite of years of silence
You've cleaned up, found Jesus
Things are good, or so I hear
This bottle of Steven's awakens ancient feelings
Like father, stepfather
The son is drowning in the flood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
To deny the patterns that made you is to deny yourself and any attempt to change would be rendered fake, false, or disingenuous. Any action destructive and any hope a nightmare that leads to repeated mistakes and horrifying reflections. Heart ache has a source and can be remedied.
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