| Maybe, maybe you saw your mother, maybe she’s smiling
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| She hears your catching laughter, she’s missed your charm
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| We never made it to Cooperstown but I’ve still got that glove under my bed
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| Maybe I’ll see you
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| We could shoot the shit, finally have a beer, finally have a catch
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| But for now it’s catch my tears, it’s catch my breath
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| I can just hear you say
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| «Come on bud, get out of that funk, it’s time to move on.»
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| It’s funny how you still apply, you still know me
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| I try to take your tools and make something worthwhile, try to make you proud
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| I’ve learned nothing is promised anymore
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| But I’ll let you resonate
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| I’ll let you resonate
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| Maybe your Heaven is that Norman Rockwell scene
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| Where you and your friends are singing that Gordon Lightfoot song
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| «If you could only read my mind»
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| If you could only read my mind
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| Read my mind
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| Well that ending, it was just too hard to take
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| Is it better than Clapton? |
| Did you see your father’s eyes?
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| I know it’s wishful thinking hoping this won’t always kill me
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| But if you saw yours, then I’ll see mine
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| You finally stretched your feet and ghosted away from me
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| You had to leave
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| You had to fade away, you had to fade away, you had to fade away
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| You had to fade away, you had to leave
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| I’m pleading for one more time with what I know now
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| And I’m begging for the same flake to fall twice for the first time
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| I’m begging for what wasn’t said
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| That night the snow shaped the land and I walked home
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| I laughed the whole way cause I suppose if it hurts it’s worth it
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| But now that ghost is me |