I used to think that I knew
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My way around this town
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But I'm always getting lost
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Since you're not around
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I never thought that I would say this
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But I miss my mom
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Even though for all those years
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We didn't get along
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And when I stop to think about it
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I guess we were the same
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Too stubborn to apologize
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Too filled up on rage
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I wish she felt young again
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When everything was new
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When her father held her hand
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And said, "There's nothing you can't do"
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And then I woke up to a phone call
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Right on Christmas day
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It said, "Your grandmother is dying
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In a painful way
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Her lungs are filling up with fluid
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Even as we speak
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The doctor said that if she's lucky
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She'll make it 'til next week"
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I had one last chance to see her
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Right before I moved
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But I didn't end up going
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I used some lame excuse
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I hope that she's not scared
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Lying there alone
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I hope she hears her husband's voice
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Telling her she's coming home
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It's just Sleepy California
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But I just hope they know
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It's just Sleepy California
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How much I really care
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It's just Sleepy California
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How I want the best for them
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It's just Sleepy California
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Even though I'm hardly there
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Sleepy California
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| Her Space Holiday |
