| All of us here
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| Under the same roof again
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| I’m sitting in your favorite chair
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| Playing with the fraying threads
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| I’m sleeping in Catherine’s room
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| In a twin sized bed
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| She shares mine with Colin 'cause
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| It’s got more space for him
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| And Pop, she ain’t in no shape
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| To take care of anything
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| So I’ll bring him to school
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| And tell him that it’s okay
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| I try to look half-put-together
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| So the teachers know he’s safe
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| And I’m raking the leaves
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| I’m unclogging the drain
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| I’m tryna be someone
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| You can count on for a change
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| Out in the garage
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| To the tune of the evening news
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| Mom needs her oil changed
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| It’s 6 months overdue
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| And I spent those freezing nights
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| Shaking out here with you
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| Holding the flashlight still
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| Guess I learned a thing or two
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| And Colin seems interested
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| So I act like I’m good at this
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| So I pull out the plug
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| And let it drain
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| Trying to find
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| The right filter to replace
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| And I’m doing the wash
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| Touching up the paint
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| I’m tryna be someone
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| You can count on for a change
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| In the years since we spread your ashes
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| Sammy got traded to L.A. and then to Kansas
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| In the years since everything happened
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| I’ve been out looking for where the light went
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| I think I found out where the light is
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| So I’m packing his lunch
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| Then I’m going to bed
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| I don’t want to see
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| How dark the night gets
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| And I’m shoveling snow
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| I’m fixing the gate
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| I’m going to be someone
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| You can count on for a change |