| Mother, Father: I’m standing
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| Standing and I’m not about to fall
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| When I can speak I’ll tell you not to worry
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| Or be sorry for anything
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| 'Cause no one understands this world at all
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| My father swept me over his shoulders
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| Above the empty cars to see the fair
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| A slowly spinning wheel of smiling neighbors
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| And flowers for my mother
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| Who sang to me that night of love and death
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| 'Cause everybody sings of love and death
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| We dreamt our sons and daughters
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| A high wire, connecting the four corners of the earth
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| But the wire disappeared and left them standing on nothing
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| But thin air
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| They’re standing and they’re not about to fall
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| Standing and they’re not about to fall
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| Child you’ll grow up
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| In wonder, like we’ll grow old
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| Like our parents did, and their parents before
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| It was written on the faces in the waiting room
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| The day you were born |