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| Subject: Too Bad | Father's hands are lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mother's hands are serving meals
In a cafe on Main Street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about
is how it's so bad, it's so bad
It's too bad, it's stupid
It's Too late, it's so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
[Let's talk...]
You left without saying goodbye
Although I'm sure you tried
You call and ask from time to time
To make sure we're alive
But you weren't there
Right when I needed you the most.
And now I dream about it...
How it's so bad... and how it's so bad
It's too bad, it's stupid,
It's too late, it's so wrong, so long
It's too bad we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
It's too bad, it's stupid,
It's too late, it's so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk
[Guitar Solo]
Father's hands are lined with guilt
For tearing us apart
Guess it turned out in the end
Just look at where we are
We made it out... we still got clothing on our backs
And now I scream about it... and how it's so bad, it's so bad
It's too bad, it's stupid
It's too late, it's so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
Let's walk, let's talk |
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