You lift your skinny fists up in the sky
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Pack a change of clothes and left in the middle of july 2005
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When the glass it hit the wall, the mother cried and the cops were called
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The day, you said, goodbye
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Your father left his work by 1 or 2
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To a crying telephone, his wife was on the other side of you
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Really did it this time, the lord looks down and begins to cry
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They day, you said, goodbye
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And i know, you've been abandoned
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Dont abandon ship on me
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Just know, like winter white snow
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You've been forgiven, come back to me
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I know right now
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That dont mean anything
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Your skinny legs bounced up into the sky
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I tried to tell you to be careful not to jump that high
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With your fingers crossed you fall, against the ground i saw it all
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The day, you tried, to fly
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When the red and blue lights made the scene
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Your eyes were glazed and honestly can you remember anything
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When the others ran away, I prayed to god they wouldn't stay
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But sometimes he doesnt listen
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From a father, to his daughter
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My prodigal child, come back to me
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From sinner, to his maker
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Your prodigal son, is on his knees
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Sweet god, please hold on to me
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Sweet god, hold her please, oh please
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The day, she tried, to fly
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Hold me, the day i try to fly
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Play It Again, Sam! You Don't Have Any Feathers
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| Manchester Orchestra |
