| Looking back, back at his mother
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| But she had vanished
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| Yeah, she was gone
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| Cast off amongst the shoppers
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| Right where she vanished
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| In aisles remote
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| In a universe with room to grow:
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| Try and find my way in the dark
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| But we can’t even see who we are
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| Drifting far from the harbor
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| Without a paddle
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| Without a prayer
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| Crying in outdoor furniture
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| Almost colliding
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| With shopping carts
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| When you’re ready, when you’re ready
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| When you’re ready, when you’re ready
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| In a bloated universe we’re lost
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| Try and find my way in the dark
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| Try and find the keys to my car
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| And the world is tipping over
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| The salt of the earth is blowing in the solar wind
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| Reunited once again
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| I love you son and I love you mother more
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| My plates are expired
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| I’m writing rubber checks in grocery stores
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| I drove all night and my eyes are tired
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| I bit my nails to the quick before I reached your door
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| When I was seventeen I had a beatific vision
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| That I flew away on the wings of a carrier pigeon
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| Out of stagnant humidity
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| Out of growing complacency
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| From a brackish pond to a raging sea
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| From a certainty to no guarantee
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| I know you swam upstream for most of your life
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| Dodging the grizzlies. |
| My sister and I
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| Thank you for all the sacrifices you made for us
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| But it’s a different world than the one you knew
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| And kids gotta do what they gotta do
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| And maybe there were things that were shitty about the old world too
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| Yeah, the old world (Yeah, the old world)
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| Yeah, the old world too (Yeah, the old world too)
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| Yeah, the old world too (Yeah, the old world too)
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| And, the old world too (Yeah, the old world too)
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| Yeah, the old world too (Yeah, the old world too)
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| And, the old world too (Yeah, the old world too)
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| Yeah, the old world (Yeah, the old world)
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh |