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Growing up it was just me and my mom |
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Against the world |
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And all my sympathies were with her |
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When I was a little girl |
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But now I've seen both my parents |
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Play out the hands they were dealt |
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And as each year goes by |
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I know more about how my father must have felt |
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I just want you to understand |
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That I know what all the fighting was for |
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And I just want you to understand |
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That I'm not angry anymore |
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I'm not angry anymore |
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She taught me how to wage a cold war |
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With quiet charm |
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But I just want to walk |
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Through my life unarmed |
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To accept and just get by |
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Like my father learned to do |
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But without all the acceptance and getting by |
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That got my father through |
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Night falls like people into love |
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We generate our own light |
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To compensate |
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For the lack of light from above |
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Every time we fight |
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A cold wind blows our way |
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But we learn like the trees |
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How to bend |
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How to sway and say |
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I, I think I understand |
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What all this fighting is for |
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And baby, I just want you to understand |
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That I'm not angry anymore |
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No, I'm not angry anymore |
