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You left Billy with the kid |
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And all the selfless things you did with Billy |
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You left your home town in the spring |
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And turned your back on everything |
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You thought your life would just go by |
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Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly |
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You can't live your life in the baby seat |
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You've got to stand on your own |
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Don't admit defeat |
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He came down from his retreat |
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She saw him later in the street |
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He said "You are the only one |
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To recognize that I'm the son" |
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So she bent down and kissed his feet |
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And then that night, between the sheets, she told him |
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You can't live your life in the baby seat |
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You've got to stand on your own |
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Don't admit defeat |
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You can't live your life in the baby seat |
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Forty days at sea |
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Then she turned and said to me |
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"If we make it back |
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I'll renounce Jack Kerouac |
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And all that romantic crap |
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Like I'm an artist don't look back" |
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Now we're living somewhere else |
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We keep opinions to ourselves |
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But still we seek a sneaky peek at Heaven |
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When the working week defeats us |
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If you think growing up is tough |
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Then you've just not grown up enough, baby |
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You can't live your life in the baby seat |
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You've got to stand on your own |
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Don't admit defeat |
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You can't live your life in the baby seat |
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You can't live your life in the baby seat |
