| We plow a similar field
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| Of all the bones of remembered hearts
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| And all the crackpot dreams
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| And all the backroom art
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| We run a similar course
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| On a track laid with broken glass
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| So tie your shoes real tight
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| It goes by real fast
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| Mother and Father
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| Now that you’re gone
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| It’s not nearly long enough
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| Still it seems too long
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| I gave up my name for you
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| Gave up my edge, it made me bleed
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| And I pleased everyone
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| I mean everyone but me
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| There behind the closing door
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| I’m not enough and then too much
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| Our strange and beautiful lives
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| Fade and turn to dust
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| Mother and Father
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| Now that you’re gone
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| It’s not nearly long enough
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| Still it seems too long
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| It just wasn’t long enough
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| Still it seems too long |