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Two cans ,
Three cans
Four ?
Dad how many more ?
How many more times
Will you tell us 'last one' ?
Each time you say that I still believe it.
Why ?
I don't know why
Maybe it's because I'm naieve
Maybe its because I'm a idiot
Maybe its because I haven't learnt yet
Haven't learnt yet that you'll always drink
Two cans on the side
You thought I wouldn't notice
You thought we would not mind,
Again dad
You broke your promise.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''