| Some are lucky, some are wise
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| Some will never get left behind
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| I was sailing as I left my harbor
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| I was leaving little things, love
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| That make you want to
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| Some are winning, some learn to fight
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| What the father teaches, and what is right
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| You were crying as I left your fight
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| Oh it’s these little things, love, that make me right
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| Oh and he has his mother’s last name
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| Takes the world in vain
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| Has me on my knees
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| Pretending that I
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| Came home to die for this
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| I will never, no I will never
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| Some are wicked and some will take hold
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| That they are stronger now and never touch
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| But he is weak when she comes around
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| Oh it’s these little things, love, they bring me down
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| Oh and he has his mother’s last name
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| Takes the world in vain
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| Has me on my knees
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| Pretending that I
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| Came home to die for this
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| I will never, no, I will never
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| I will never, no, I will never
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| Oh it’s these little things, love
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| They bring me home, love |