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Leave the TV on And tell me again why you left your dad in Portland Without a word? Is it what I suspect? I won't even guess Everybody's got screwed up stories Everybody's got gruesome details But you'll never get mine It's not that bad It could never justify my life I used to feel I was improving my position Acting as my own physician Really getting better all the time
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