| You climb six lonely sad stairs to your apartment
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| After another graveyard shift in the cold dull light of morning
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| You walked in just in time to catch her as she’s leaving
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| But the schedules and the conflicts kept the roof over our heads
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| You said you were strong and naive and
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| If you were scared, well, I would understand
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| I don’t think I would have had the guts to handle it
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| All we had were hand-me-downs
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| And all we had was good will
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| And you always said it would get better
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| «When you’re young and you’re poor, they hang on your failures.»
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| And you always said it would get better
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| We bought our first house at the advent of the 90s
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| A Cape Cod on a busy street, that we swore we’d fix eventually
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| Winter of '93, we got by with kerosene
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| A heater in the living room
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| We huddled around shivering and me
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| Trying to get to sleep
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| My clothes will smell of smoke for weeks
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| Just trying to get to sleep
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| All we had were hand-me-downs
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| All we had was good will
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| And you always said it would get better
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| «When you’re young and you’re poor, they hang on your failures.»
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| And you always said it would get better
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| But I’m sick of seeing ghosts. |
| I won’t be here forever
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| My mother wore a sundress on the day that she got married
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| They held the wedding in a backyard near the city
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| Well I was just one then, I would never remember it
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| But I heard the voices, the implications
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| Telling me who I could never be and
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| All we had were hand-me-downs
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| And all we had was good will
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| All we had were hand-me-downs
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| All we had was good will
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| And you always said it would get better
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| «When you’re young and you’re poor, they hang on your failures.»
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| And you always said it would get better |