| I have hands like my grandma
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| Rough and wide
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| A smile like my father
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| Kinda crooked on one side
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| And the thread of our union
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| Pulls through the years
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| Through the burdens and rejoicing
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| Through the courage and the fear
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| Let the wind blow like horses
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| Running wild across the sky
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| Let the doors close and open
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| Pull us in or pass us by
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| We have all followed the fabric
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| Wherever it led
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| Joined to one another by
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| Invisible thread
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| We were mean mama lions
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| With babies on our hips
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| Two were workin' at the grocery
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| One was livin' on tips
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| Two fell sick and one recovered
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| Three divorced and one went clean
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| One lost a child last April
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| One’s still chasin' a dream
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| Let the wind blow like horses
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| Running wild across the sky
|
| Let the doors close and open
|
| Pull us in or pass us by
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| We have all followed the fabric
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| Wherever it led
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| Joined to one another by
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| Invisible thread
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| If I live to be a hundred
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| I won’t forget your eyes
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| Or the feel of your body
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| Lying next to mine
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| No one loves you like I do
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| No one knows you so well
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| All the ghosts that still haunt you
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| Or the secrets you won’t tell
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| Let the wind blow like horses
|
| Running wild across the sky
|
| Let the doors close and open
|
| Pull us in or pass us by
|
| We have all followed the fabric
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| Wherever it led
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| Joined to one another by
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| Invisible thread |