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When our column advanced |
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And we saw what we'd done |
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We were sure that we could never |
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Tell the folks back home |
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Said my father to me |
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"I had just turned sixteen |
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And we were walking |
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From my school to his apartment alone" |
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And he said |
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"You'd think the world you're in |
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Would always remain |
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But some worlds can just disappear |
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Some worlds you enter just for seconds at a time |
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And some last until you're forgiven" |
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When my mother and me |
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Take the drive into town |
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I can't tell if she's lost in thought |
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Or lost where we are |
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She turns the radio to 92 Star |
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Where Ronnie Milsap sings |
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What he would not have missed it for |
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And she says, "What do you think |
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You're gonna do with your life?" |
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And I say, "You've got to teach me to drive" |
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She just laughs at that and musses my hair |
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And says, "Kid, you're lucky to be alive" |
