I never knew my mother
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I can't say it was so bad
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She was still a girl of seventeen the night she met my dad
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He was just six months out of chino
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Trying his hardest to stay clean
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And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
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Like doves sleeping with broken wings
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In a bed fit for a king
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It didn't mean a thing
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It was shot gun forest wedding
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And they forgot to bring the gun
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As they were busy counting promises
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To the children not yet born
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No one could afford the ride
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Everyone hitched up with the 101
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And they'd sing and they'd sing and they'd sing
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Like doves dancing with broken wings
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With a view fit for a king
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It didn't mean a thing
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It was a loneliness
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They would confess
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Like the world had gone bad I guess
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So they hold hands and look into the eyes of god
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They'd say tell me why'd ya hide from us
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Why'd ya fill the world with wickedness
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Why'd ya spare us from the grace but not the rot
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Now my dad says fuck the details
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Just keep your head down hard
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Ya got to find yourself alone before you'll find the eyes of God
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You make broke and scared and out of jail
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Out the flesh of your own heartstrings
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But you were born to be a peasant not a king
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So just stop acting like your running from something
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Ya gonna leave the way you came without a thing
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With your heart tattooed and your mind tied to a string
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You just sing and you sing and you sing
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It doesn't mean a thing
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It Doesn't Mean A Thing
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| The Airborne Toxic Event |
