| My mother taught me to ask questions
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| She said, «That boyfriend will not do»
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| I talked yet I still never listened
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| Somehow she always still rings true
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| I counted the days until my birthday
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| Some cosmic adventures will ensue
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| I drove my mom along the highways
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| Down roads, we never changed the tune
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| She said leave your past tomorrow
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| And don’t leave those skulls to dry
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| Don’t fill your holes with sorrow
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| 'Cause you’ll never be left alive
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| Bend those rules, they’re so thin
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| And I’m talking to the window
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| It’s not safe, it’s not safe
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| Just don’t lean on me tomorrow
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| I question what’s between the trees
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| I feel the earth beneath the greens
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| I wonder what’s between the oceans
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| The ones, she points them out to me
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| She said leave your past tomorrow
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| And don’t leave those skulls to dry
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| Don’t fill your holes with sorrow
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| 'Cause you’ll never be left alive
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| Bend those rules, they’re so thin
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| And I’m talking to the window
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| It’s not safe, it’s not safe
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| Just don’t lean on me tomorrow
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| It’s not safe, it’s not safe
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| It’s not safe, it’s not safe
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| It’s not safe, it’s not safe
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| It’s not safe |