| Baby, I get so lost
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| I saw you falling apart and I thought it was all my fault
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| But now you sing
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| Oh, how you sing!
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| With your voice like an angel attached to a broad pair of wings
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| But that’s the point
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| Because once we joined
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| The crowd started screaming and we couldn’t hear over the noise you spoke and
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| said—
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| (But in my head, I kept passing the blame for excuses to help me tread)
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| Oh, caught in the middle of deceptions
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| Just to get a part of the others, our authority figures
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| That would look like the others
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| The truths and the liars that were holding us both to the flames
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| So, now I cry -- I’m only trying to turn our hell to reality
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| And it’s so divine
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| Because the pain
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| And the time it takes to end all of the talking
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| And finally meet on a plane
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| And up there somewhere
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| And up there somewhere
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| You know when children are very little, the child-mother, or nurturer,
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| let’s call her mother. |
| The mother bond is developed- from day one,
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| starts real early and continues
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| There are three fundamental attachments that you can be:
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| Secure, ambivalent
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| Or distant
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| …in your attachment -- in other words, insecure in your attachment. |
| So, um…
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| Hi Mike, this is Mom. |
| Sorry I missed your call, I was out. |
| I’m out in the
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| garden, gardening, my favorite thing. |
| Um, anyway, thanks for the call.
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| I love you too, um, hope you’re doing well. |
| Anyway, um, uh, okay.
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| Just hanging out there. |
| We’re here and, everybody else is elsewhere.
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| Matt’s coming home this week from school and, um, whatever. |
| Okay. |
| Talk to you.
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| Love you. |
| Thanks for calling. |
| Bye |