| She tells you how her canyon walks can ease a mother’s fear.
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| The trails and big groves comfort her,
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| she feels close to god out there.
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| But that’s just how she makes it through, she’s given up a lot inside.
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| And even in those spreading trees
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| she’ll still break down and cry.
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| She’s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground.
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| Nobody knows which, way she’ll go, or if she’ll ever come around.
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| Maybe this time she’ll finally find the pieces that have come apart.
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| And there’ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heart.
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| She carries around a photograph of her beautiful, coltish girl.
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| In a big white shirt, her head tossed back,
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| a free spirit in this world.
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| You want to forget all that she’s done, and all she’s compromised.
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| You can close your eyes and believe that now,
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| she’s the same girl in disguise.
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| She’s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground.
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| Nobody knows which, way she’ll go, or if she’ll ever come around.
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| Maybe this time she’ll finally find the pieces that have come apart.
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| And there’ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heart.
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| Her mothers heart, wide as the sea,
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| would rock her back on a rising tide.
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| She cradles the memory, then lets it go,
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| she has to leave the girl behind.
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| She’s praying again her daughter will land with both feet on the ground.
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| Nobody knows which, way she’ll go, or if she’ll ever come around.
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| Maybe this time she’ll finally find the pieces that have come apart.
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| And there’ll be no more breaking, there’ll be no more breaking,
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| there’ll be no more breaking, no more breaking either heart. |