Mother, mother
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I can't take another
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Moment here the way that it is
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Heartache, heartache
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It's a fear I can't shake
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It heals, and then it's broken again
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The things I love seem to slip through my hands
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Like a big red balloon or grain of sand
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I see the future through the eyes of the past
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Still I somehow want to make this last
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They say the darkest hour
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Is just before a flower
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Opens ti the light of the sun
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You're mt reason
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My softly changing season
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Tell me I'm the only one
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[Chorus]
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All my life, I've been fooling myself
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Trying to make the wrong things right
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Like a bird against the cold hard wind
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Trying to find the end of the night
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Slip Through My Hands
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| The Parlor Mob |
