Heart like her mother, frame like her father
And time has had its way with both
He's still chasing spirits in bottles of amber
Now she chases the Holy Ghost
She throws white stones
Through the windows of broken homes
Leave on a bad note, leave with the small hope
That maybe someday things will change
Forgiven forgotten a fridge full of coffins
And he drinks now to more of the same
You're all the same
She throws white stones
Through the windows of broken homes
From father to daughter all you ever offered
Were vices and empty words
Another year older, the skin frozen over
But she's still more than you deserve
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