Take Me In







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  1. He left.
    And he went without a hug.
    It is better this way.
    For we know what would be,
    If we let him stay.

    He used.
    And he was home on a lie.
    We thought he was clean,
    For it lasted a while.
    But it was a dream.

    This is real.
    And my son is a junkie.
    He lives for his dope.
    So he is out on the streets.
    But I'll still hope, I will hope.

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