| I bought flowers from a drifter.
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| Cut my hand on a thorn,
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| Straight across the fate line.
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| I’m no palm reader,
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| But I doubt that’s the sign that I was looking for.
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| Rainy night in California.
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| Told me he fought in the war.
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| And I’m so desperate to do the right thing.
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| I’m not sure what that even is anymore.
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| He found a bus stop to weather the storm.
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| I’m gonna stand up straight.
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| I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.
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| Mom, I want you to know
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| I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home.
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| Faded light from the projector
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| Spitting summer out on a screen.
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| The pool we swam in caved in years ago.
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| We filled it up with furniture and concrete.
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| I saw right from wrong then.
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| The lines were simple and clean.
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| Now all the people I was taught would be heroes
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| Are acting like cowards, killers, and thieves.
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| I’m loosing track of who the good guys are supposed to be.
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| I’m gonna stand up straight.
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| I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.
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| Dad, I want you to know
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| I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home.
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| Coming undone at the seams.
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| Stress fractures and muted dreams.
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| Oh, please.
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| Undone at the seams.
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| Stress fractures and muted dreams.
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| Oh, please.
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| Undone at the seams.
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| Stress fractures and muted dreams.
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| Oh…
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| I’m gonna stand up straight.
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| I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.
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| Mom, I want you to know
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| I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home.
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| Stand up straight.
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| I’m gonna clear my throat and speak out unafraid.
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| Dad, I want you to know
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| I’m letting everything you taught me guide me home. |