| What if your father has a stroke
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| When you are ten
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| Then sits like a rag doll
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| Wheelchair in the den
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| You start failing school
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| Breaking every rule
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| Pretty soon you’re a bum
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| Then one day you meet a girl
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| At first sight
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| You both stand speechless
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| In the hall through the night
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| What ever happened to her
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| There are traces of what she were
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| She wanted to be a nun
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| Both of you begin to cautiously
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| Whisper words
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| You sit together chirping
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| Little tiny love birds
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| Who knows what you said
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| If only you could touch her in bed
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| She certainly is the one
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| Time passes by and you ruin it
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| Before your eyes you are losing it
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| How can you get what you need from her
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| Now you become just a weed to her
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| I’m someone who loves you!
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| That was years ago
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| Now the new mexico hills
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| You sometimes describe to her
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| Heavy telephone bills
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| She lives way back east
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| Says can’t you keep in touch at least
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| But you don’t call her up
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| Deep in the heart
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| Of the life you live
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| Tenderly you treasure
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| Every kiss that you give
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| Don’t think about her much
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| You kicked away that crutch
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| So you could walk alone
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| By now you know you can’t ruin it
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| It’s just that one day you stop doin' it
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| I’m someone who loves you!
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| I’m someone who loves you! |