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A strange boy is weaving |
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A course of grace and havoc |
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On a yellow skateboard |
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Through midday sidewalk traffic |
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Just when I think he's foolish and childish |
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And I want him to be manly |
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I catch my fool and my child |
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Needing love and understanding |
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What a strange, strange boy |
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He still lives with his family |
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Even the war and the navy |
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Couldn't bring him to maturity |
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He keeps referring back to school days |
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And clinging to his child |
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Fidgeting and bullied |
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His crazy wisdom holding onto something wild |
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He asked me to be patient |
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Well I failed |
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"Grow up, " I cried |
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And as, the smoke was clearing, he said |
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"Give me one good reason why" |
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What a strange, strange boy |
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He sees the cars as sets of waves |
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Sequences of mass and space |
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He sees the damage in my face |
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We got high on travel |
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And we got drunk on alcohol |
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And on love, the strongest poison and medicine of all |
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See how that feeling comes and goes |
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Like the pull of moon on tides |
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Now I am surf rising |
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Now parched ribs of sand at his side |
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What a strange, strange, boy |
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I gave him clothes and jewelry |
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I gave him my warm body |
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I gave him power over me |
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A thousand glass eyes were staring |
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In a cellar full of antique dolls |
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I found an old piano |
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And sweet chords rose up in waxed New England halls |
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While the boarders were snoring |
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Under crisp white sheets of curfew |
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We were newly lovers then |
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We were fire in the stiff, blue-haired house rules |
