C'mon, Mom.
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I'm so scared.
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All the things you told me are coming true.
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C'mon, now.
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I'm too young to feel this tired.
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Sorry you ran out of money so soon.
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And drifting on the open sea won't get you there this time.
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C'mon, friends.
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Let's make those repairs.
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It's your heart that's broken not your legs
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and there's a fight to get into somewhere.
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It's cool inside.
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A friendly place to hide.
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And it's a bad rain today so let's try not to speak of old times.
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And it's a long shot but I'm looking for the good.
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Just like you told me to do but I'm told it takes practice to improve.
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You're a fucking liar and I'm leaving.
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And you can keep all the friends that you made through me.
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I'm lying too, I can't leave home alone.
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I'd rather cut all these losses
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and not take another bet for a bright new fucking day.
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Let's shout from on high, we're still failing.
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We still got more regrets than mistakes.
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It takes focus at this level of failing.
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But at least your friends can relate.
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So write or call or just think of us from time to time.
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I'll still be drifting. But he was so gifted. Fair enough.
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C'mon Mom
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| The Elected |
