| Leaving you in the care of others
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| I won’t be letting you down
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| Clowning around on the green of this town
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| I won’t be letting you down
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| It’s easy to draw yourself a circle
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| Just trace it back to yourself
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| A father who can’t hold himself together
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| A grandson who’s just left the ground
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| She’s coming in for landing but you’re leaving much too soon
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| She handles disappointment like her mom
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| And I wanted her to meet you and to carry her away
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| And to touch each other’s hearts of palm
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| Flowers on the kitchen table
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| Not a dry eye in the house
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| Someone knows you better than I do
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| That leaves my heart in my mouth
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| Sunday Catholic morning after shave
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| Coffee grounds there in the sink
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| It’s Easter and the bastards haven’t left me
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| But here is a song you can sing
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| And to touch each other’s hearts of palm |