| Your father was always the rational kind
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| He followed the news he read all the science
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| There’s no room for more, no room to expand
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| Would you really give birth astride sinking sand?
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| For the world is a lung we barely breathe through
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| Why make a new life to pass it on to?
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| So I searched for a way to keep you a dream
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| One that lived in my heart and would never be seen
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| But you, my son, you broke through it all
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| Through every reason each side of the wall
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| You, my light, my hope at the end
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| You my son, my starting again
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| My starting again
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| Your father was always a practical man
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| The oceans are rising, the hole is expanding
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| I’ve seen what’s coming, the ash in the sky
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| He told me «My woman, we don’t have a right
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| You’ll never find a reason bigger than this
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| To keep your heart in a closed fist.»
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| So I searched for a meaning bigger than you
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| Tried telling myself the right thing to do
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| But you, my son, you broke through it all
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| Every reason each side of the wall
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| You, my light, my hope at the end
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| You my son, my starting again
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| My starting again
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| My starting again
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| My starting again
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| When you appeared
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| It was louder than sense
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| Stronger than life
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| Bigger than fear
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| Yeah when you appeared
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| It was fire and God and tears and oceans of light
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| And suddenly hearing his heart loud and clear
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| Like he was starting again
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| Starting again, starting again, starting again, starting again
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| Yeah we were starting again, starting again, starting again
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| Your father was always the rational kind, till you arrived |