| All you kids get out the back door
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| I’ve never seen her this bad before
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| She took all her favorite things down from the window
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| And broke 'em all over her clean floor
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| It’s Saturday at the mansion
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| The oldest boy walks with a slouch
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| The young ones are wild in back of the house
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| And she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch
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| Something as simple as boys and girls
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| Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world
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| Something as hard as a prayer on your back
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| Can wait a long time for an answer
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| When I was little I’d stare at her picture
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| And talk to the mother of God
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| I swear sometimes I’d see her lips move
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| Like she was trying to say something to me
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| When I was eighteen I moved to Florida,
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| Like everyone sick of the cold does,
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| And I waited on old people waiting to die
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| I waited on them until I was
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| Something as simple as boys and girls
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| Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world
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| Something as hard as a prayer on your back
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| Can wait a long time for an answer
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| So I’m wearing my footsteps into this floor
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| One day I won’t live here anymore
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| Someone will wonder who lived here before
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| And went on their way
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| I live too many miles from the ocean
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| And I’m getting older and odd
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| I get up every morning with a black cup of coffee
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| And I talk to the mother of God
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| Something as simple as boys and girls
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| Gets tossed all around and then lost in the world
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| Something as hard as a prayer on your back
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| Can wait a long time for an answer…
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| Can wait a long time for an answer
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| Maybe … it’s alright.
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| Maybe we won’t fight anymore.
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| Maybe love is waiting at the end of every room.
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| I don’t know.
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| I don’t know.
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| But maybe … maybe it’s al… right.
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| (or maybe is al… right). |