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Dad said he wanted a boy Held me like a bundle of joy These days he don't even smile Like I'm cramping his style "Son, it's not true Of course I love you But the pressure thing's building again" Dad's gone AWOL... Absent without leaving The rub of love The rub of love Dad's not talking at all Everything's making him mad I used to come running to him Now I'm learning to crawl "Son, get used to the cold You'll soon have to face it alone And please stop holding my hand You're getting too old" Heard him last night Say "the boy's alright But the father thing still doesn't fit Gotta get away for a while Gotta find out who I am" The rub of love... what was that vow you made? The rub of love... what about the girl you wed? She's working double shifts to keep us fed And that's the rub Dad says he sorted it out Got himself a better career Had himself a new baby boy Another bundle of joy Every other week on visiting day I get tolerated by his new wife I swear, if he ever really held me They'd have to pry me off with the jaws of life The rub of love The rub of love The rub of love... what was that vow you made? The rub of love... was that too much to bear? Dad, do you even, even care? That is the rub The rub of love... what was that vow you made? The rub of love... was that too much to bear? Dad, do you even, even care? That is the rub The rub of love... what was that vow you made? The rub of love... was that too much to bear? Dad, do you even, even care? That is the rub