Hunting Trip

Next to your favorite tools
 A thermos keeps your warm
 Wearing hand me down boots
 That your father had worn
 You wear a winter hat
 With your freezing hands
 You keep your finger on the trigger
 But you just sit and stare
 At the grass moving
 In the morning breeze
 You said the dirt felt softer
 Down on your knees
 Now you look at your hands
 And they start to shake
 Now you look at your hands
 They don't look the same
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 In the pickup truck
 That your father died in
 You have pictures of your brother
 Playing with his three kids
 Now you look at your hands
 And they start to shake
 Now you look at your hands
 They don't look the same
 You're red eyes on the ride home
 Back from your mother's house
 Where she was on her second glass
 Now you're filled with doubt
 That you'll ever be something in her eyes
 Something so much more
 Than just the reason that she
 Started drinking for
 You can't ever go back
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 I know you want to
 You can't ever go back
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 I know you want to
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 It was on that hunting trip
 When you were a kid
 You lost your father
 You can't hide from it