| Spring has come and brought me these
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| Daffodils and lily leaves
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| I place them all upon your chest
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| I knew that it would come to this
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| I’ve watched your skin and bones give out
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| Wincing at the pain you’ve felt
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| Helpless son I am to you
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| If only science had a clue
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| Leaning on whats left of you
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| Tell me all about your youth
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| The boys you kissed
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| The men you knew
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| The places that were dear to you
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| And when the cancer ate your bones
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| You fought for life and you came home
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| If that’s not love then I don’t know
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| Spell it out in great detail
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| And I wanna know about myself
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| Was I the son you’d always hoped?
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| A worthy one, a spawn of both
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| A working man and the girl he loved
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| Are you proud of me?
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| Have I done enough?
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| Did I break your heart when I left the house
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| The moment I was old enough?
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| I only wanted you to see
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| That I could make a man of me
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| And I’ll keep you close with all my might
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| And I’ll always call you back on time
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| And I’ll always try to be polite
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| Always |