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The sun is rising so late, it's early |
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I have spread myself too thin again |
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To catch the bottom, make my guilty party |
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Made in the solitude of comfortable friends |
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Father make believe for your daughters |
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Mother take it easy on your sons |
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Its just a balance like a tightrope walker |
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But for now you've got to keep them young |
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My solitude it makes me softer |
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My suffering is not in vain |
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My depression seems how much longer |
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Will I have to wait to see you were free from pain |
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chorus:(x3) |
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Father make believe for your daughters |
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Mother take it easy on your sons |
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Its just a balance like a tightrope walker |
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But for now you've got to keep them young |
