| It’s been awhile since I spoke like a human
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| Haven’t seen you in over half a decade
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| And haven’t talked since I moved
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| And the home town harmonies telling me you’ve been bad
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| Grieving over the fact that you’re losing your baby’s dad
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| But it’s not just that, you’re farther into the crack
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| Heard you’re walking a track and marching into the trash
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| Fuck praying, cause I’ve been silent for years
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| I’m sick of trying to be a man about it; |
| hiding my tears
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| And fuck the judgment, I’ve got a messed up past
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| But when asked and confronted, I’mma shut down fast
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| And the truth is, girl I cry when I think of you
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| And write a million songs that I’mma never get to sing with you
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| Talk about the places I’mma never get to bring you to
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| Show you what it’s like to build a life and learn a thing or two
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| What hurts me is that I love you, cause you’re my older sister
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| And the girl that I grew up with, c’mon
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| Today’s is thanksgiving November 24th 1988, you’re about to see the new puppet
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| show, ta-da!
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| (Indistinct girl talking — Rebecca)
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| Mom’s shuts down when I ask and dad’s so sad
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| That I don’t know if he’s ever gonna get past it
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| And really (hi dad), I’m finding it hard for me to manage
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| Any close relationships without the fear of vanishing
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| All of this has been hard, I ain’t denying it
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| I’m writing down this song as a product of my environment
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| But listen, they say that family is everything
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| It’s more than just a house, two dogs and a wedding ring
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| It’s blossoming life and standing up to anything
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| Trying to take the people that you love from what it’s meant to be
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| Yeah, so then where’d you go?
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| Prisoner in your body quarantined from your soul
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| And I know those drugs got you out in the cold
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| Got you spitting in the mouth of those showing you hope
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| So, if you’d ever come through to your senses
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| I’ll be right here, waiting for Rebecca |