| Love child accident born to children themselves
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| She nearly died on the table giving birth to her first back in '63
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| That was my sister Irene
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| Moved into the trailer park in Ithaca, New York
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| Took another job while he was going to school
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| Another mouth to feed
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| Well, that was me
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| Oh round and round and round we go
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| The seasons melt away like snow
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| Oh round and round and round we go
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| The years they pass away and life goes on
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| Couldn’t stop trying too damned hard
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| Being everything to everybody
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| But he couldn’t hold up his heart
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| And it broke him down
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| So he left that town
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| Moved again to the cold blue North, little town on the sea
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| Innocent dreams of hope that they’d grow to be
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| A little better than what he had
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| Oh round and round and round we go
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| The seasons melt away like snow
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| Oh round and round and round we go
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| The years they pass away and life goes on
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| Father, eagle-scout, mentor, boy
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| Silence the table with that bear in your voice
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| My frozen fear, my swallowed tears
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| Always coming down the hardest on the ones that you love best
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| All my life I’ve looked to your eyes
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| I’m looking back on the younger me trying so hard
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| A fragile bird in the golden girl seeking love
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| Her father’s child, walking in his stride
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| And I’m looking now at the older man you’ve turned out to be
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| The hardness has softened to empathy
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| We’ve made amends, we’re better friends
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| Oh round and round and round we go
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| The seasons melt away like snow
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| Oh round and round and round we go
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| The years they pass away and life goes on |