Who are these people,
Who call themselves family.
Who are these people,
Who call themselves home.
Who are these people,
Who smother and surround me.
Who are these people,
Who leave me cry alone.
Who are these people,
This union of three.
Who are these people,
If only I had known.
Who are these people,
I wish they'd let me be.
Who are these people,
Such little things make them nag and moan.
Who are these people,
Please come and see.
Who are these people,
This union of three.
This union of three;
Not including me.
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