growing up it was just me and my mom
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against the world
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and all my sympathies were with her
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when i was a little girl
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but now i've seen both my parents
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play out the hands they were dealt
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and as each year goes by
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i know more about how my father must have felt
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i just want you to understand
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that i know what all the fighting was for
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and i just want you to understand
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that i'm not angry anymore
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i'm not angry anymore
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she taught me how to wage a cold war
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with quiet charm
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but i just want to walk
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through my life unarmed
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to accept and just get by
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like my father learned to do
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but without all the acceptance and getting by
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that got my father through
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night falls like people into love
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we generate our own light
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to compensate
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for the lack of light from above
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every time we fight
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a cold wind blows our way
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but we learn like the trees
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how to bend
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how to sway and say
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i, i think i understand
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what all this fighting is for
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and baby, i just want you to understand
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that i'm not angry anymore
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no, i'm not angry anymore
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Angry Anymore
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| Ani DiFranco |
