| Didn’t wake up a prodigy
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| Born to a middle class New York family
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| Thinking
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| 'Why why why?
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| Why’s it like that?'
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| You miss your days in California
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| Looping round wishing you were still there
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| Thinking
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| 'Why why why?
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| Why’s it like that?'
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| Fighting your given tongue
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| Shaking your fist til it’s gone, gone
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| Praying for it all night long
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| Just waiting
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| To listen to your children’s cries
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| Listen to your heart, how it sighs!
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| Think you got a ghost in your dance
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| Reminding of the days when you had romance
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| Thinking
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| 'Why why why?
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| Why’s it like that?'
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| He’s the one that made you choose
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| Talk 'bout a family, a pass to the world thru his shoes
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| Thinking
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| 'Why why why?
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| Why’s it like that?'
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| Fighting your given tongue
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| Shaking your fist til it’s gone, gone
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| Praying for it all night long
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| Just waiting
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| To listen to your children’s cries
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| Listen to your heart, how it sighs! |