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Mother don't you recognize your son? |
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Care for what your careless love has done |
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Lay your teary face against my hand |
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Let your boy in it's the morning he's at the door |
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Kiss his forehead let him know that you're in control |
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He might ignore it might forget you never feel it |
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That's the hardest part the start is where the art is |
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When you're low and you've hit your floor but don't let it show |
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Act as if I'm next to you breathing in it there's relief |
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I'm your blanket don't wake up with misty morning eyes no more |
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The rain has staked its claim on water and mist for sisters |
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If you want let your light take the sun to task |
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It don't take all that long |
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I'm conceited to think you need me to tell you what you're feeling |
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I could draw it make a mix to let you know |
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I'm a artist that's where my heart is so let's get started |
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Either way hit your low or reach your peace of mind |
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You find you can forget and let go |
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Let it go |
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It don't take all that long to rip it up and put it back together |
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I'm a razor, shaper, ruler, paper, first in my class at arts and crafts |
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It don't take all that long |
