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How am I going to explain it to him |
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What am I going to say when it's something that grim |
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How the hell do you tell them there comes an end |
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How are you going to handle it and still be their friend |
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How do you explain this world we face |
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To all of the innocents we brought to this place |
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These and other questions stand in a row |
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And I'm not satisfied with the answers |
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I know What are you going to say to those eyes |
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I can't even get close to the lies |
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That are easier to tell, you just say oh, well |
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I'll explain it when he's older |
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But somehow that's colder than |
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I want to be |
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I am uncomfortable lying to a child |
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Feels like building a trap for something wild |
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Feels like building your house on the sand |
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And expecting the ocean to let it stand |
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Somehow I must come up with better stuff |
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You see, I'm just not satisfied with all that simplified guff |
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That they shovel at the kids by the handful |
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Like candy they buy at the stand full |
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Of flags by the side of the road |
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It's not good for them to hand them that load of crap like they do |
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You see, I want a world where |
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I can tell him the truth |
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About everything from |
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Jesus to John |
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Wilkes booth |
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How they lie in the house and the senate too |
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Only get close to the truth when it suits them to |
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And the very next day |
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They're back to lying that way |
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Of course it doesn't seem to matter what |
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I want But |
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I look at some of the faces all haggard and gaunt |
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I wonder which thing made them lose their dreams ' |
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Caus mine is alive very much it would seem |
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And I would just like to be able to hand it to him |
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Without the light in those eyes ever getting dim |
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I want a dream for him (Dream for him) |
