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PRECIOUS TIME
You raise your children like they were a part of you
You choose organic your soul don’t follow through
You’re raising moral standards
The kids are on the loose
You might as well go ahead
And stick your head in a noose
You may well have seen it coming
But you chose to walk away
It’s gonna be your true undoing
You will come to rue the day
In the meantime you keep on running
Making sure you’re first in line
You’re hunting gathering
Yeah you’re wasting all your precious time
Your life you say is full but just what is it that you do
You say that you have principles but that’s not really true
You’re preaching law and order
You focus on the youth
Your record is impeccable
Whatever happened to your roots
Every father every mother they will see just where they went astray
All those sons and daughters forced to file forced to file their pain away
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