| There’s no violin to play
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| Give it back an empty case
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| I found a deeper set of strings
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| I wouldn’t injure
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| What’s left too safe
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| There’s no orchestra to sing
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| To conductor flailing limbs
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| To control the holy choir
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| Flying higher
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| In harmony
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| You can take a picture if you want
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| But you’re gonna have to give me something that you own
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| Give me something that you’ve never taken care of
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| The way you know
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| And I remember what I am
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| To forget where I am from
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| I gave all my heart to children
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| That I gave up bein' a son
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| I called, you waited up
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| I called, you waited up
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| I called, you waited up
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| I called, you waited up |