| When you were born you were not alone
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| Nothing was carved into the stone quite yet
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| But don’t forget you heard someone say it won’t get better than this
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| That was the sound of your father
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| As he held you up to your mother
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| No one will ever know a love as pure as the one that you felt right then
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| They held you up
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| They held you up
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| And everybody else they fell to the wayside
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| This is the start; |
| the beginning
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| A prologue to the yarn that you’re spinning
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| A million synonyms
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| Will never come close to describe the feeling
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| Don’t ever leave
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| Cause if you do, dear
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| I guarantee that you’ll regret the day you did
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| And you’ll miss all the simple things
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| And you’ll see everything you ever loved
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| Start fading til' there’s nothing left but dust
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| And I believe
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| That every broken bone is meant to be
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| And when it heals it will be stronger than it was before |