Whispers in The Dark...

Papa.

Remember, when you found those holes?
In the sand, in your favorite shirt.
When I asked, you claimed moles.
Silly papa, moles don't eat shirts, they eat skirts.
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Silly papa, silly papa, can we go play?
Please papa, please papa, the day is wasting away.
Let's go play in the fields of stones!
You know! The one with bones?
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Stupid mama, stupid mama, she says i'm crazy.
She can't see you papa, no she can't, she's just hazy.
Too much smoke, too much, she can't stop.
Pop goes another bottle, pop, pop!
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C'mon papa, c'mon papa, forget my cuts.
Don't worry, don't worry, she just uses cigarette butts.
It don't hurt no more, nope, no more.
Please papa, please, can we go explore?
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Can we? Can we go explore?
Can we run around along the shore?
Can we collect seashells for your stone?
Papa, papa, don't let me be alone.
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Papa! Papa! Mama's a comin! She's a comin!
Maybe, maybe she'll leave if we keep hummin'!
Louder papa, louder! Make the pain leave!
Please papa, please, make her believe...
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Can I join you in the field of stones?
The one that sits next to the fishin' creek?
The one covered in too many bones...
Can you wipe the tears off my cheek?