grandma's singing in the bedroom
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it's a near forgotten lullaby
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that she used to sing when I wasn't well
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father's outside chopping firewood
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like he did when he'd been drinking
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or when he and mom were at it again
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grandpa's rocking chair is rocking
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I can hear the wood complaining
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and the idle taps as he empties his pipe
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I do my best to just ignore them
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but the sound always finds me
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despite them being dead and gone
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I hear them all the time
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I hear them all the time
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I hear them all the time
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I hear them all the time
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I hear you all the time
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I feel you in my mind
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I cannot sleep, but I'm tryin'
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I hear you all the time
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Kin
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| Radical Face |
