Lo and behold! Your mother is drinking again.
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This might be the coldest winter since records began.
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You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm.
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Leading the children softly across the farm.
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Each morning you'd march your sisters like soldiers to school.
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Cause lo and behold! Your father had drunk all the fuel.
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You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm.
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Somewhere inside the fire of your youth went dark.
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But you swear blind there is no weight in the water pail.
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You say "My love, you take the cards that you're dealt.
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Cause there's no guiding light arching a line to Bethlehem.
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If it's dark outside you light the fire yourself."
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Darling when the ice caps melt,
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When the devil's in the bible belt,
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Don't cower in your bed.
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I'll be on the 5:45,
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You can meet me at the railway line,
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And don't look so scared.
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Cause we've been through worse than this before we could talk.
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The trick of it is, don't be afraid any more.
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Bible Belt
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| Dry The River |
