| 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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| But 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 on 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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| You’ve got to stand on your own
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| Don’t admit defeat
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| 40 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 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’ve got to stand on your own
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| Don’t admit defeat |