| Father hit his head on the kitchen door
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| Mother broke her ankle on the feeding floor
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| While I was waiting patiently in a room dark safe with a smile on
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| Father waited nervously by the hospital door
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| Mother placed the table with her apron on and her hair tied up
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| Father packed a suitcase with his clothes tuck in it and a face of disgust
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| Well I remember vaguely with the bedroom with the closet too small
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| I remember yelling from the hall
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| Oh surprise I’m the apple of your eye
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| Oh it is true, this piece I wrote for you
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| I remember vividly on my father shoulders I felt so tall
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| Taught me how to tie my shoes on the staircase at the end of the hall
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| I was screaming manically at the bathroom ceiling with the water on
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| I remember sleeping with the light on
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| Now it is clear that I am no use right here
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| Take it slow we’ve got a long long way to go
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| Father held my homework up with a grimace and a hole punch in it
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| Father stood there softly with a big warm grin and his baseball tickets
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| I put my breath in a suitcase of the politicians of that place and time
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| Mother broke her ankle in 1989
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| At the top of the town where you can be looking down
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| With the space and the air no one can find you there
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| Just a place in the sky oh I almost went awry
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| With the sights and the sounds you can sleep without a sound |