| I was never afraid…
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| I was never afraid…
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| I was never afraid…
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| I was never afraid…
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| On a big blue couch in the corner of the kitchen,
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| we went on many missions and amazing expeditions
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| flying through the pages on that Magic School Bus,
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| Shel Silverstein rode shotgun, but it was up to us
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| to peel apart the layers and search for the dragons
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| the cats wearing hats, Curious George and Peter Rabbit
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| the newest freshest books? |
| Mom always brought them home
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| then in high school it was Steinbeck, Keats and Edgar Allan Poe
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| Don’t let the memories fade, we’ve got to make them last
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| I was still a baby when Grandma Katy passed
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| and passed on her hardcover novels,
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| with the Sutherlin nameplates, our family gospel
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| 'cause I’m not sure if the lord is above,
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| but I know that your mother is alive in the stories you love
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| that you read to us when we were little, until we were grown
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| and I’m gonna pass them on when I’ve got some kids of my own
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| (Kids of my own)
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| I was never afraid… (of the monsters in the closet, it would be alright)
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| I was never afraid… (reading Goosebumps up in Tahoe on those summer nights)
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| I was never afraid… (of a moaning ghost, or of a pile bones)
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| I was never afraid… (even when the floorboards groaned)
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| Did Stuart Little give up? |
| (No!) He always persevered
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| you came on stage at Warped Tour, remember how they cheered?
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| and unlike Jackie Paper I’ll be back to Honalee
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| to play you my new demos, 'cause you’re so honest with me
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| at home you won’t put up with that rapper ego crap,
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| 'cause to you I’m still Andrew, and I’ll always treasure that
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| I’d choose my own adventure, it’s taken me so far
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| ghostriding giant peaches, catching seagulls with these bars
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| Keep all your nickels and dimes, feed me your riddles and rhymes,
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| read me your Wrinkle in Time, build me a bridge out to Terabithia,
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| meet me at nine
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| on the mysterious island, right at the scene of the crime
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| come with Captain Nemo, but I’m emo, don’t leave me behind
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| staring at the sun out on the cape until we’re legally blind
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| freeze any Mutiny on the Bounty, just carry me there,
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| out by Where the Red Fern Grows and just bury me there
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| (Bury me there)
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| I was never afraid… (of the Twits or the Grinch or even Captain Hook)
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| I was never afraid… (of Boggis, Bunce or Bean, no I was never shook)
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| I was never afraid… (of the Grendel or of Ichabod Crane)
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| I was never afraid… (even when the Tripods came)
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| Now suddenly,
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| for the first time,
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| I’m ready to be loved
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| And If I ever have kids, I’ll read them Strega Nona
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| Lyle Lyle Crocodile, Matilda and Ramona
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| I’ll never give 'em the back of my hand,
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| give 'em the Giver, the River, Hatchet and Raggedy Ann
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| And even as a rap fiend, mama
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| you always kept my hats clean, mama
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| Even though we have seen drama,
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| you always had the vaccine, mama
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| I was never afraid… (of gettin' lost in Narnia because we had a map)
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| I was never afraid… (in those Oakland Hills sitting on my mama’s lap)
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| I was never afraid… (in Jumanji, or of Anansi)
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| I was never afraid… (there's no Orc or Morlock that haunts me)
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| I was never afraid…
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| I was never afraid…
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| I was never afraid…
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| I was never afraid… |