| There she goes
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| There she goes
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| Full of fear, full of rage, far from here, from the cage of my heart
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| And it’s only the start
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| Off she sails
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| Off she sails
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| Sad and lost, like a ship, tempest tossed in the grip of the storm
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| True to type and to form
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| And there’s nothing, no nothing, we mothers can possibly say
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| All our weeping and wailing won’t ever disway them from sailing away
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| Hey, there I go
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| There I go
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| Scheming schemes for a life which, it seems, has a life of its own
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| As she goes it alone
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| Look at me
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| Look at me
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| Making free with her pain, saying see how much pain could be spared
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| If that pain could be shared
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| When there’s nothing, no nothing, we mothers can offer, I know
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| And our children grow colder and surer the stronger and older they grow
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| And so,
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| There they go
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| See them go
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| Far too fast to resist with one last tiny twist of the knife
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| Taking half of your life
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| There she goes
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| There she goes
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| On the run like her dad, well that’s one I can add to my woes
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| And I doubt if she knows
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| Of the hurt that I hide as the truth starts to dawn that a river has dried,
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| that a story has drawn to a close
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| And she goes, off she goes, where she goes, which is anyone’s guess
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| And she’ll need less and less of her mother the further she flows
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| There she goes
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| There she blows
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| There she goes
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| But God speed and God bless her wherever she goes
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| There she goes
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| There she goes |