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I love my mother for all the things she's not |
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But mostly for who she is |
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I love my father for all the things he's thought |
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But really for the things he did |
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I love my piano, I wasn't ever taught |
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Still, I think I'm gonna live |
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All things to those who wait |
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Take time to find your way |
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Half the answers are failing your mistakes |
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Even when you're wrong I think you're great |
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I love my brother, he's always taking shit |
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He's just not like the other kids |
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I love my sister for always making things |
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She even made a brother out of me, sweet kid |
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I love this feeling I've got something to give |
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And no, I think I'm gonna live |
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All things to those who wait |
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Take time to find your way |
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Some say the truth is not so plain |
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Don't confuse your truth with your pain |
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You can take your life, say it isn't straight |
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That ain't gonna change its shape |
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I love my drummer and all the things he plays |
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I wrote it in half-time just to say thanks |
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I love my bassist, represent the western states |
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I think they sent an angel from the old Salt Lake |
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I love my guitarist, his chops from outer space |
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He can make my three chords sound like eight |
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All things to those who wait |
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Take time to find your way |
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All things to those who wait |
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Take time to find your way |
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To all the bands who mean what they say |
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It's not what you sell, it's what you make |
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I love you stranger, it might not always show |
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There's a lot of good in you, I know |
