| Me and my old man
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| Don’t see eye to eye
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| We take our walks outside
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| Underneath the birch trees
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| He said I think it’s gonna freeze this year
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| I said I gotta get away from here
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| Me and my old man
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| Me and my old man
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| Should have been enough to know
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| That you’d let us all down
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| Could have been enough to try
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| Without making a sound
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| It’s all part of the plan my dear
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| It’s all part of the plan my dear
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| So we walked along the mending walls
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| Laid beneath the tortured talls
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| And we sang a song of newfound cheer
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| Laughed at the passing years
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| Yeah we talked about things to come
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| Talked about the battles won
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| He said I think it’s gonna freeze this year
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| I said I gotta get away from here
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| Should have been enough to know
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| That you’d let us all down
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| Could have been enough to try
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| Could have been enough to try
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| Oh I’ve been such a fool
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| Spent my life waiting for you
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| Through these trees I see
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| With my father’s eyes
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| I realize the weight
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| Should have been enough to know
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| That you’d let us all down
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| Could have been enough to try
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| Without making a sound
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| It’s all part of the plan my dear
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| It’s all part of the plan my dear
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| It’s all part of the plan my dear
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| Between me and my old man
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| Gotta get away from here
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| Gotta get away from here
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| Gotta get away from here
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| Gotta get away from here
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| Gotta get away from here |