i love my mother for all the things she's not
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but mostly for who she is
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i love my father for all the things he's thought
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but really for the things he did
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i love my piano though i wasn't ever taught
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still i think i'm gonna live
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all things to those who wait
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take time to find your way
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half the answers are there in your mistakes
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even when you're wrong i think you're great
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i love my brother he's always taking shit
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he's just not like the other kids
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i love my sister for always making things
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she even made a brother out of me, sweet kid
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i love this feeling like i've got something to give
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you know i think i'm gonna live
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all things to those who wait
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take time to find your way
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some will say the truth is not so plain
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don't confuse your truth with your pain
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you can take a line and say it isn't straight
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but that ain't gonna change it's shape
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i love my drummer and all the things he plays
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i wrote it in half-time just to say thanks
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i love my bassist represent the Western states
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i think they sent an angel from the old Salt Lake
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i love my guitarist his chops from outer space
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he can make my three chords sound like eight
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all the things to those who wait
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take time to find your way
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to all the bands who mean what they say:
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it's not what you sell its what you make.
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i love you stranger, it might not always show
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there's a lot of good in you i know
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All Things Good And Nice
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| Jets To Brazil |
