| I’m always crying on planes
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| I’m wondering how birds find their way
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| There are so many things that I don’t understand
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| What makes a woman not love a man that loves her?
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| I think I should just be alone
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| I think I should find my way home
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| There are wires and maps that were given to me by my
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| Mother and Father that let me believe when I’m hopeless
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| Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons
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| What came before and what will go on
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| The memory of night, the question of dawn
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| In some little way, one saves the next
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| And this is the way we go on
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| We can’t even figure out French
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| It’s no wonder that God’s words get bent
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| Through ego and fear and liquor and sex
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| Some folks believe they’re the special bright next thing to save us
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| But there’s no way that we save ourselves
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| That’s like believing in Hell
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| We’re clumsy and mean, confused and afraid
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| But maybe we learn from the traps that we lay when they hurt us
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| I am a wall for my girl
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| I try to show her a world without
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| Some the failures and wounds of the past
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| If I let in the lessons, she might learn to outlast all my errors
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| Fathers and Daughters, Mothers and Sons
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| What came before and what will go on
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| The memory of night, the question of dawn
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| In some little way, one saves the next
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| And this is the way we go on, this is the way we go on, this is the way we go
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| on…
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| Yea, this is the way, we go on |