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walking bones |
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choose your own direction |
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go have fun |
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some place else |
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bring your soul |
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and your Beach Boys records |
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I can't stand |
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to have you here |
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so worn out |
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cold and dehydrated |
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the fortune is spent |
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and dad is in space |
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every home should have a mom in love |
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and a daddy in space |
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chinese porcelain cats |
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to guard her love |
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in the window space |
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show her some respect |
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she's all worn down |
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for years to come |
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I will not forget you |
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as my son |
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as my pain |
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time will heal |
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what now feels so wounded |
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tears are spilled |
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and the holes will fill |
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every home should have a mom in love.... |
