| Dear son, how’ve you been?
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| I got your card and the bottle of gin
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| What’s new, let me see
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| Seems there’s no love left between your mother and me
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| She gets half the house, I’m getting my share
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| Of half this life we’ve built in twenty-three years
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| But there’s no guilt, I’ve opened my cage
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| You’ll like my new girl, she’s about your age, oh yea
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| Can you blame me? | 
| Separate peace
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| I’ll do what’s right, what’s right for me
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| And I’ve found my separate peace
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| Understand me, can’t you see, I don’t care
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| And son, your mother’s just fine
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| I see her in the market from time to time
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| She got drunk, wrecked the car
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| Trying to get home from the corner bar
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| This life’s too cold to be straight
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| I guess a little drink, it helps her escape
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| She’s gave up, disillusioned in men
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| But in that little bottle she’s found a new friend
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| Can you blame me? | 
| Separate peace
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| Do what’s right, what’s right for me
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| And I’ve found my separate peace
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| Understand me, can’t you see, I don’t care
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| Understand me, can’t you see
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| Let me go, just set me free
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| Oh son, I almost forgot
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| Your brother left his body in a parking lot
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| I guess it happens all the time
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| These goddamn kids cross the needle and line
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| What happened, I can’t understand
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| He left so early, he was such a young man
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| Oh well, now he’s just gone
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| And are you coming home for the holidays, son? | 
| Oh yea
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| Can you blame me? | 
| Separate peace
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| Do what’s right, what’s right for me
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| And I’ve found my separate peace
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| Understand me, can’t you see
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| I don’t care |