| There isn’t a word for what’s happening
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| Things all come in at once
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| And the sky opened up and swallowed the world hole
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| Till it’s tired and heavy and full
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| And I’m not who I thought I would be
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| Who I thought I’d become
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| I get up for my work in the morning air and
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| Say goodbye to the night when the sun
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| Oh my family do love me
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| I’ve tested them well over time
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| I’m in no ways a saint my bed isn’t made
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| And life is as hard as a cry
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| Now my sister is on the phone with me, long distance
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| Telling me I might be the youngest but I’m not an old at young
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| And I’m amable and I should know
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| That I should take care if I do go
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| That I’m not the little boy I was
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| Life don’t go by faster if you run
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| But still that train’s gonna come
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| What in the word are you doing
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| Counting all your fingers and thumbs
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| Papa left here yesterday morning
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| You can wait but he’s not gonnna come
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| And as land is a drizzle upon playground
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| I’m not sure which side to be on
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| I’ve lost enough along the way
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| But it’s made me the man I’ve become
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| Now my sister is on the phone with me, long distance
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| Telling me I might be the youngest but I’m not an old at young
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| And I’m amable and I should know
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| That I should take care if I do go
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| That I’m not a little boy I was
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| Life don’t go by faster if you run
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| But still that train’s gonna come
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| What in the world are you doing
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| Counting all your fingers and thumbs
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| Papa left here yesterday morning
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| You can wait but he’s not gonna come |