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I'm always crying on planes |
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I'm wondering how birds find their way |
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There are so many things that I don't understand |
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What makes a woman not love a man that loves her? |
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I think I should just be alone |
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I think I should find my way home |
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There are wires and maps that were given to me by my |
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Mother and Father that let me believe when I'm hopeless |
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Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons |
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What came before and what will go on |
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The memory of night, the question of dawn |
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In some little way, one saves the next |
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and this is the way we go on |
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We can't even figure out French |
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It's no wonder that God's words get bent |
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Through ego and fear and liquor and sex |
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Some folks believe they're the special bright next thing to save us |
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But there's no way that we save ourselves |
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That's like believing in Hell |
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We're clumsy and mean, confused and afraid |
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But maybe we learn from the traps that we lay when they hurt us |
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I am a wall for my girl |
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I try to show her a world without |
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Some the failures and wounds of the past |
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If I let in the lessons, she might learn to outlast all my errors |
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Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons |
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What came before and what will go on |
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The memory of night, the question of dawn |
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In some little way, one saves the next |
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and this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on.... |
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Yea, this is the way, we go on |
