| Staring at the pen and ink drawings
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| There’s a crow who’s starting to bleed
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| I go to the bookshelf, myself and a picture of a girl in a bikini
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| Jumping off a dock falls out of page 43
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| I think it’s my brother’s old girlfriend who’s married to a woman now
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| My father walks like he’s run out of oil
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| He lurches and jerks his way around the farm
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| My mother walks towards him the same way she led her last horse away from the
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| barn
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| We’d just built a fire to soften up the ground
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| You could see her saying through her tears it’s okay boy, come follow me one
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| last time
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| Maybe, don’t know, can’t tell, if it’s so good
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| So good, so good, to be living right now
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| My kids are still young, barely weigh anything
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| I can carry them easy on each arm
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| But I told them I wouldn’t be able to do that forever
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| And sometimes when I’m carrying them both
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| The older one says, hey look dad, you can still carry me
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| Maybe, don’t know, can’t tell
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| Yeah but it’s so good, so good to be living right now
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| So good, so good, it’s so good to be living right now
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| Maybe, don’t know, can’t tell
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| Yeah but it’s so good, so good to be living right now
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| Yeah but it’s so good, so good, it’s so good to be living right now |