| I was on the moon when you were born
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| Taking one small step
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| And thinking it was a giant leap
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| December 1988
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| Cub scouts on a battle ship
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| It kept raining where I was standing
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| I think I have pictures of that day
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| Tucked away in books and shelved throughout my mind
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| And on that very same day
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| A baby blue boy brother is brought into this world
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| I think they have pictures of that day
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| On display in frames and albums of that kind
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| I was on the moon when you were born
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| At least I think I was
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| You see I can’t remember 'cause
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| I think maybe I was in my room when you were born
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| Filling books with words 'cause I had nothing to say
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| Thirteen years after '88
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| I missed every baseball game
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| But you look so handsome at funerals
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| Or a lame holiday brunch
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| And I wanna see how beautiful you look to me
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| So I’ll be home soon
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| I was on the moon when you were born
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| Trying to write for you, the perfect song
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| Thirteen years after '88
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| I’m writing in a different room
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| And still trying to balance freedom
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| And at the same time
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| Letting family know that I’m still alive |