| Crawling on a hardwood floor
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| And I’m looking at the adult feet
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| An infant vision
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| Thinking about the empty space
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| Trying to connect the dots
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| The puzzle pieceing
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| Are you sad to be aware?
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| I really couldn’t tell you
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| Are you happy to be here?
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| Ask me when I’m older
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| Sleeping in the other room
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| And I’m learning how to wet the bed
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| A childhood flashing
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| Screaming in the tangled sheets
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| Falling to the bedroom floor
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| The basement flooding, flooding
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| There’s a kid who lives down the block
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| And he’s dreaming of a loving fix
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| His name is Michael row the boat ashore
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| And I met him in the second grade
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| We were waiting for the cracker bite
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| His lips were cutting me to tiny bits
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| Are you sad to be aware?
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| I really couldn’t tell you
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| Are you happy to be here?
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| Ask me when I’m older
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| And I hope to make amends
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| Yeah I hope to make amends
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| I hope to make amends
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| In the end
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| In the end
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| Moving to a bigger town
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| And I’m living in a carpet box
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| The landlord foaming
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| Thinking 'bout the empty heads
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| Trying to correct the blots
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| There’s someone living in the alleyway
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| Are you sad to be aware?
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| I really couldn’t tell you
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| Are you happy to be here?
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| Ask me when I’m older |