| There’s an above-ground pool
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| There in the backyard
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| Threw pennies in the whole time I was growing up
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| Figured, if life really wished me well
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| It would turn into a wishing well
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| And all our suffering would go
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| Too old at a damn young age
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| Bedroom like a bird sung cage
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| On a new couch with each new Christmas
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| Won’t somebody do these dishes?
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| Sure as hell I was not the one
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| To come around when it came undone
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| Put second on a winter hit list
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| All light just went missing
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| Strong roots but damn these limbs, out on one
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| Cold nights, hard wind
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| Came down in the yard and split
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| Kin and timber
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| Soul lay open
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| Soul lay open
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| Eighteen when the madness stopped
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| In love with the runaways' daughters
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| Each one with the same damn name
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| Took care of them, forgot me
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| Sold gateway to friends who gone
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| Took shrooms in the night, we formed a
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| Oath we would never take for granted
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| Each other, this future
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| Strong roots but damn these limbs, out on one
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| Cold nights, hard wind
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| Came down in the yard and split
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| Kin and timber
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| Soul lay open
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| Soul lay open
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| Kin and timber
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| Bold, brave, the middle kid
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| Ever since a child I’ve been soul searching
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| Soul lay open
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| Soul lay open
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| Soul lay open
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| Soul lay open
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| There’s an above-ground pool
|
| There in the backyard
|
| Threw pennies in the whole time I was growing up
|
| Figured, if life really wished me well
|
| It would turn into a wishing well |