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They f**k you up, your mum and dad.
�They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
�And add some extra, just for you.
But they were f**ked up in their turn
�By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
�And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
�It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
�And don't have any kids yourself.
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