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My father sits at night with no lights on |
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His cigarette glows in the dark. |
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The living room is still; |
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I walk by, no remark. |
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I tiptoe past the master bedroom where |
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My mother reads her magazines. |
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I hear her call sweet dreams, |
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But I forgot how to dream. |
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But you say it's time we moved in together |
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And raised a family of our own, you and me - |
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be: |
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You want to marry me, we'll marry. |
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My friends from college they're all married now; |
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They have their houses and their lawns. |
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They have their silent noons, |
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Tearful nights, angry dawns. |
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Their children hate them for the things they're not; |
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They hate themselves for what they are- |
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And yet they drink, they laugh, |
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Close the wound, hide the scar. |
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But you say it's time we moved in together |
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And raised a family of our own, you and me - |
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be: |
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You want to marry me, we'll marry. |
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You say we can keep our love alive |
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Babe - all I know is what I see - |
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The couples cling and claw |
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And drown in love's debris. |
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You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds, |
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But soon you'll cage me on your shelf - |
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I'll never learn to be just me first |
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By myself. |
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Well O. K., it's time we moved in together |
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And raised a family of our own, you and me - |
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Well, that's the way I've always heard it should be, |
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You want to marry me, we'll marry, |
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We'll marry. |
