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Guiding her into dream time |
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Following lights in her eyes |
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This living behind's got her frightened |
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So I'm here and I'm working all night |
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How is she not breaking down? |
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Oh God I feel her shaking |
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Try as I might to provide her light |
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In the end it's she who's breaking |
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I'm holding the choice as she grows life from it's stem |
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Is it better to say not now when I'm trying learn: yes? |
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Cos I'm dreaming of bouncing feet and your motherly smile |
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But when you're sleeping so far away I can't feel what's inside |
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How am I still holding on? |
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Oh God I hope I am holding |
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She'll try and describe what my strength provides but I fear my strength is failing |
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If I could change my mind |
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I would change |
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What's the change for the better |
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For a child who learns not to cry? |
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And to the boy who relies on his anger: |
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You'll survive but you won't feel exchange |
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And why all these doubts? |
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And what are all these doubts? |
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I see in her eyes that I'm holding her fine but all I'm hearing is doubts |
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Even as water's crushing over my head |
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And the rhythm that I would slow is picking up it's pace |
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I'm learning from older shames as I'm watching them die |
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And I'm still hoping to see her smile in the morning when we wake |
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Now that I am waking up |
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Oh God I hope I am waking |
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Though I'm overwhelmed at times I find that I'm less afraid of change |
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Change all the time |
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I'm still finding what's sure |
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And not getting lost in my mind |
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I know I can try |
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Needing my own |
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But still |
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Getting lost in her eyes |
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And hoping it's time |
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Wide eyed |
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I get wide eyed |
