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Hell On Earth
It feels like hell whenever you're around
No one's allowed to make a sound
Go ahead and demand our absent respect
Wherever you are evil sadly abounds
You make living hell on earth
At birth I must have been cursed
Knowing I'm just your property
It the thing that hurts the worst
Why momma stays with you I don't know
My dislike for you only seems to grow
There must be a way to break free
You're not a father but my foe
No one's allowed to make a sound
Go ahead and demand our absent respect
Wherever you are evil sadly abounds
You make living hell on earth
At birth I must have been cursed
Knowing I'm just your property
It the thing that hurts the worst
Why momma stays with you I don't know
My dislike for you only seems to grow
There must be a way to break free
You're not a father but my foe
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