| Show me your friends and I’ll show you your future.
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| Show me your scars and I can help with the suture.
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| I can reap, must mean I can sew. |
| I must say, you’re in trouble.
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| You’re working with a surgeon who’s working as a double.
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| I have never stitched up my own.
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| I’m on my way.
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| You know I’ll be a doctor one day.
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| If my father only knew the steps that I take.
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| I’m on my way.
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| Now she’s down the street sitting in sunshine, probably smoking weed and
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| sipping on box wine.
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| She knows me but she calls me by a different name.
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| Now she’s by the fire, hanging cold stockings. |
| I’m letting baby Jesus do most
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| of the talking. |
| There’s a beauty in the silence that I chalk up to Christmas
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| time.
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| Well I’m on my way.
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| I’ve got me a wife and she calls me her babe.
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| If she only knew the steps that I take.
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| I’m on my way.
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| Oh my god, I’m having a baby.
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| I knew this day would come to finally save. |
| Teach me love and how to stay.
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| Piece by piece sew rubble to rubble.
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| I learned how to walk by learning to stumble. |
| Get my off the boat, |
| I’m ready to be on land.
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| I’m on my way.
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| I’m on my way. |