| Hey Gordon James
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| Why’d your momma give you two last names
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| Did she have expectations for you
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| Did you let her down like we knew you would do
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| Gordon James, I know we’re all subject to change
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| But you were way too young to lose your soul
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| They say you traded it away
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| Did you think you could just buy it back someday
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| Gordon James
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| Were you too busy ducking the blame
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| To realize that it’s you we now fear
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| Maybe someday soon it will all be so clear
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| Were you lonely, yeah we were all lonely
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| Were you scared, yeah well I’m scared too
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| Did your dreams turn black or
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| Did you sleep like a child
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| Did your heroes die off, leave you alone in the wild
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| Or is this just the path that you choose
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| Were you blinded, yeah we were all blinded
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| The trick is, they say, to heal yourself
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| Did you just let go of the reigns one day
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| Let the ocean’s current wash you away
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| Were you all alone when you fell
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| Gordon James
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| Did your momma die from the shame
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| Was she trying to pull you back into the light
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| But you were way too far gone to save
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| Do you even visit her grave
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| Gordon James
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| Do you think it’s too late to change
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| To make up for the lives that you bought and sold
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| And the war machines that you traded for gold
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| Could this be the day that you pray
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| Do you think it really matters anyway |