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It starts with a young white couple, strugglin' with the hurt
when they first discovered that they couldn't give birth.
Searched until they found this young light brown,orphan
swore that the lord's light had shone down,
upon the Earth, blessed 'em with this generous gift,
complexion suggested that her heritage was mixed.
They couldn't wait to adopt,
take her from the mission, start a family and raise her proper.
They're tryin' paternalism, define their love in time,
this song'd start playin' from the skies above, see.
Back then, black meant second-class citizens,
so, they never once explained how she was different.
Ignored her past, 'cause in parts of this land,
there aint nothin' worse than the Tar brush, as mine, but[?]
Awareness came with the added pressures of adolescence,
a definite chorus of unanswered questions.
Lookin' for herself but every mirror seems ugly,
she's silent for days, screamin' please love me.
Here comes the rain, she lookin' for a fix to fix that self hate, numb the pain.
Like, like, you gotta give me something, to, to keep my mind from my problems.
She's spinnin' outta control, in time with the melody,
finds herself pregnant, out in the cold.
Stranded, with a child she can't raise, dark days, they have to part ways.
Leaves her child abandoned,
in the care of a system that doesn't,
grows up, move her from to home different sisters and brothers.
Killin' her softly as it plays on,
she tries to drown out the sound but the pain stays strong.
Dancin' like her mother did, fading away from the light,
cries at night the key of the same song.
On and on x3
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
On and on x2
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
And it goes on and on and on like forever, four in the home living alone together.
Two headstrong boys, a wife and a husband, a life that she never grew accustomed to.
Wants so bad to be a father, but his own dad, never showed him how to hold hands.
As a child, knew no laughter, pop's heart was stone cold now his grows harder.
Stays distant(stays distant), two kids starved for love, longin' for their father's touch.
Big brother starts actin' up, hoping to get noticed, provokes his father's fist.
Now the house that hope built, is torn apart and replaced by the place where darkness lives.
Tells little brother I love you, I'll be back for you.
Gives his mother a kiss and then he packs his stuff.
He's on his own now, try'na leave it all behind him,
but, his own reflection serves to remind him.
Dad's eyes, stare back from the mirror's glass,
soundtrack to his hidden past.
Now a grown man, hasn't seen his family in years.
Miss his little brother but he can't face his fears.
Goin' steady with this girl now, she's expecting,
looks like things might just work out.
Gives birth May twenty-one, wish his dad was around to see his beautfiul grandson.
Things are great, but as years pass, becomes harder and harder to relate.
So he retreats, hides behind walls, becomin' a replica of the man that he hates.
Like father, like son right, this song plays on in darkness waiting for the sunrise.
On and on x3
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
On and on x2
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
Bruno it's your son speakin'.
It's been a while huh, since the night you decided to up and leaves us there,
out to fend for somethin' you pretended to love and then retreat to where you needn't care.
Heath, I didn't ask for much but stayin' in touch with me instead of driftin' apart.
Escapin' the dismal reality of home, drunk calls to my phone like James it's your father.
Mum lost to winter[?], cried as I sat lifeless, told me I was too young to comprehend it.
Questionin' your whereabouts, learnt that a single mother's upbringing sure out-weighed long domestics.
Mum's playin' both roles, world's got it in for me.
Runnin' like my father after girl's golden infamy[?]
Told myself I never seen my son the same, tune in the news about my half-brother came.
You told me you were teachin' him guitar, so nice you were trying with Dean, but
where were you when I was sixteen? The fuck were you when birthday calls?
You should'a been there for my first shave, my first graze off my bike.
My friends taught me to ride, your absence taught me I'm a rider.
Brought all the kinda, things you try to grasp as a child into focus and mum's home taught me I'm alright.
'Shown[?] a likeness between us' says mum seldom, delve deeper I'm sure you're sure to find that,
certain set of traits get past through the further generations like feeding my son and daughter's life.
Your's were no longer, playin' the key of our lives
we've grown stronger, forget those ties[?].
Through your cowardly acts I seek courage, keep running with guilt and regret won't tire[?] us.
Stop.
You can't stop, can't stop the song...
when they first discovered that they couldn't give birth.
Searched until they found this young light brown,orphan
swore that the lord's light had shone down,
upon the Earth, blessed 'em with this generous gift,
complexion suggested that her heritage was mixed.
They couldn't wait to adopt,
take her from the mission, start a family and raise her proper.
They're tryin' paternalism, define their love in time,
this song'd start playin' from the skies above, see.
Back then, black meant second-class citizens,
so, they never once explained how she was different.
Ignored her past, 'cause in parts of this land,
there aint nothin' worse than the Tar brush, as mine, but[?]
Awareness came with the added pressures of adolescence,
a definite chorus of unanswered questions.
Lookin' for herself but every mirror seems ugly,
she's silent for days, screamin' please love me.
Here comes the rain, she lookin' for a fix to fix that self hate, numb the pain.
Like, like, you gotta give me something, to, to keep my mind from my problems.
She's spinnin' outta control, in time with the melody,
finds herself pregnant, out in the cold.
Stranded, with a child she can't raise, dark days, they have to part ways.
Leaves her child abandoned,
in the care of a system that doesn't,
grows up, move her from to home different sisters and brothers.
Killin' her softly as it plays on,
she tries to drown out the sound but the pain stays strong.
Dancin' like her mother did, fading away from the light,
cries at night the key of the same song.
On and on x3
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
On and on x2
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
And it goes on and on and on like forever, four in the home living alone together.
Two headstrong boys, a wife and a husband, a life that she never grew accustomed to.
Wants so bad to be a father, but his own dad, never showed him how to hold hands.
As a child, knew no laughter, pop's heart was stone cold now his grows harder.
Stays distant(stays distant), two kids starved for love, longin' for their father's touch.
Big brother starts actin' up, hoping to get noticed, provokes his father's fist.
Now the house that hope built, is torn apart and replaced by the place where darkness lives.
Tells little brother I love you, I'll be back for you.
Gives his mother a kiss and then he packs his stuff.
He's on his own now, try'na leave it all behind him,
but, his own reflection serves to remind him.
Dad's eyes, stare back from the mirror's glass,
soundtrack to his hidden past.
Now a grown man, hasn't seen his family in years.
Miss his little brother but he can't face his fears.
Goin' steady with this girl now, she's expecting,
looks like things might just work out.
Gives birth May twenty-one, wish his dad was around to see his beautfiul grandson.
Things are great, but as years pass, becomes harder and harder to relate.
So he retreats, hides behind walls, becomin' a replica of the man that he hates.
Like father, like son right, this song plays on in darkness waiting for the sunrise.
On and on x3
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
On and on x2
Can't stop, can't stop the song.
Bruno it's your son speakin'.
It's been a while huh, since the night you decided to up and leaves us there,
out to fend for somethin' you pretended to love and then retreat to where you needn't care.
Heath, I didn't ask for much but stayin' in touch with me instead of driftin' apart.
Escapin' the dismal reality of home, drunk calls to my phone like James it's your father.
Mum lost to winter[?], cried as I sat lifeless, told me I was too young to comprehend it.
Questionin' your whereabouts, learnt that a single mother's upbringing sure out-weighed long domestics.
Mum's playin' both roles, world's got it in for me.
Runnin' like my father after girl's golden infamy[?]
Told myself I never seen my son the same, tune in the news about my half-brother came.
You told me you were teachin' him guitar, so nice you were trying with Dean, but
where were you when I was sixteen? The fuck were you when birthday calls?
You should'a been there for my first shave, my first graze off my bike.
My friends taught me to ride, your absence taught me I'm a rider.
Brought all the kinda, things you try to grasp as a child into focus and mum's home taught me I'm alright.
'Shown[?] a likeness between us' says mum seldom, delve deeper I'm sure you're sure to find that,
certain set of traits get past through the further generations like feeding my son and daughter's life.
Your's were no longer, playin' the key of our lives
we've grown stronger, forget those ties[?].
Through your cowardly acts I seek courage, keep running with guilt and regret won't tire[?] us.
Stop.
You can't stop, can't stop the song...