| I am only nine years old
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| And I don’t like what I hear
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| My father on my left
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| My sister on the steps
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| My mother in tears
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| So this is what it looks like when there’s nowhere to hide
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| This is what it looks like when a family divides
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| Mother, I see the way you’re standing
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| Mother, please don’t feel abandoned
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| Mother, I’ve watched you fall apart
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| So let us in, let down your guard
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| Cause loving you has never been hard
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| And I am almost seventeen
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| And I’m not sure how to act
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| We’re staring at the stone
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| And we’re sitting in rows
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| And wearing all black
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| So this is what it looks like when you can’t say goodbye
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| This is what it looks like when my grandmother cries
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| Father, I see the way you’re standing
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| Father, please don’t feel abandoned
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| Father, I’ve watched you fall apart
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| So let us in, let down your guard
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| Cause loving you has never been hard
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| Today we are both twenty-three
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| Don’t ever think I don’t care
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| For all of my boring childhood stories
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| You were always there
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| So this is what it looks like to be out on our own
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| This is what it looks like when siblings are close
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| Sister, I see the way you’re standing
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| Sister, please don’t feel abandoned
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| Sister, I’ve watched you fall apart
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| So let us in, let down your guard
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| Cause loving you has never been hard |