Father
Tears in eyes standing tall, sorry that I didn't go
I've been busy doing everything that I want
That I said I would, that I said I would
Sorry I didn't make the funeral
Money comes, money goes sorry but I didn't know
I've been busy doing everything that I want
That I said I would, that I said I would
Sorry I didn't make the funeral
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so youll never know the real me
If I drink this wine, if I smoke this weed
Would you look at me, come back to me
Such recovery, you'll never see, you'll never see
If I sing this song, if I dance alone
Would you walk to me, come back to me
Such recovery, you'll never see, you'll never see
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so you'll never know the real me
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so you'll never know the real me
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so you'll never know the real me
I've been busy doing everything that I want
That I said I would, that I said I would
Sorry I didn't make the funeral
Money comes, money goes sorry but I didn't know
I've been busy doing everything that I want
That I said I would, that I said I would
Sorry I didn't make the funeral
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so youll never know the real me
If I drink this wine, if I smoke this weed
Would you look at me, come back to me
Such recovery, you'll never see, you'll never see
If I sing this song, if I dance alone
Would you walk to me, come back to me
Such recovery, you'll never see, you'll never see
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so you'll never know the real me
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so you'll never know the real me
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
I need power to recover from the mess you made, from the mess you made
You said you never really knew your Father
so you really want to know me
Now you never get to meet my daughter
so you'll never know the real me
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Writer(s): Albin Johansson, Jack Moy
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