You left Billy with the kid
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And all the selfless things you did with Billy
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You left your home town in the spring
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And turned your back on everything
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You thought your life would just go by
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Without a pause to wonder, don't be silly
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But you can't live your life in the baby seat
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You've got to stand on your own
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Don't admit defeat
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He came down from his retreat
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She saw him later on the street
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He said "You are the only one
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to recognize that I'm the son"
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So she bent down and kissed his feet
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And then that night, between the sheets she told him
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You can't live your life in the baby seat
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You've got to stand on your own
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Don't admit defeat
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You can't live your life in the baby seat
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You've got to stand on your own
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Don't admit defeat
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40 days at sea
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Then she turned and said to me
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"If we make it back
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I'll renounce Jack Kerouac
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And all that romantic crap
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Like I'm an artist don't look back"
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Now we're living somewhere else
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We keep opinions to ourselves
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But still we seek a sneaky peek at heaven
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When the working week defeats us
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If you think growing up is tough
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Then you've just not grown enough, baby
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You can't live your life in the baby seat
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You've got to stand on your own
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Don't admit defeat
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You can't live your life in the baby seat
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You've got to stand on your own
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Don't admit defeat
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Baby Seat
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| Barenaked Ladies |
