| My dad is a miracle and so’s my mom, they fly over the blue
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| They finish their dinner and then they take one another’s hand
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| And off they go to find a broader point of view
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| For it’s a give and take beyond the ordinary
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| What with all the cats and kids that they’ve loved
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| And they will not be alone
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| Well, my friends give me purple flowers and orange tea
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| And Goosedown spinning quilts and Turquoise chairs
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| We greet one another in a wild profusion of words
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| Wave farewell amidst the wonderment of air
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| In the laughing times, we know we are lucky
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| In the quiet times we know that we are blessed
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| And we will not be alone
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| Well, the light that stopped the night felt like forgiveness to you
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| As the garbage trucks came bustling through their rounds
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| You stared at the pictures on your walls and all the postcards
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| From your friends as you heard the birds and old familiar sounds
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| That’s when you knew this world can’t be saved, only discovered
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| And you knew things could be different than be before
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| And now you will not be alone any more |