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You were the apple of your father's eye, as you bounced upon his knee you s should have stayed his little girl for all of eternity he used tell you tails, of how he'd fly you to the moon. but the times for bedtime stories, was over and all to soon infact, you grow apart, as you slowly tore the chunks,out of his soft but hardeing heart and then came the inevtable the day of the biggest fight, too pround not to pack your bags, you disappeaed into the night the pimp he had charming smile, and did numbers with you heady he offered you an easy way, to have a roof and a bed he also showed you a pinch of snow ''go on, just a little up the nose'' but he he knew the well trodden track,where that one sniff eventually goes,but today you were given a hit, and didn't know it was so pure, and now he'll be disappointed, he's lost such an easy score but thes words are too late, for others and especially you, as you are lay ther dyeing, in that stinking kings cross loo your final thought of your daddy and flying with him to the moon and i just wish this wasn't the story of the neddle and the siliver spoon.
FATHER & DAUGHTER
