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I was on the moon when you were born |
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Taking one small step |
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And thinking it was a giant leap |
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December 1988 |
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Cub scouts on a battle ship |
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It kept raining where I was standing |
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I think I have pictures of that day |
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Tucked away in books and shelved throughout my mind |
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And on that very same day |
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A baby blue boy brother is brought into this world |
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I think they have pictures of that day |
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On display in frames and albums of that kind |
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I was on the moon when you were born |
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At least I think I was |
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You see I can't remember 'cause |
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I think maybe I was in my room when you were born |
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Filling books with words 'cause I had nothing to say |
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Thirteen years after '88 |
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I missed every baseball game |
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But you look so handsome at funerals |
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Or a lame holiday brunch |
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And I wanna see how beautiful you look to me |
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So I'll be home soon |
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I was on the moon when you were born |
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Trying to write for you, the perfect song |
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Thirteen years after '88 |
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I'm writing in a different room |
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And still trying to balance freedom |
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And at the same time |
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Letting family know that I'm still alive |