Sometimes he lets that boss get
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In his head
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He can't see passed that mountain
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Of deadlines on his desk
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Five o'clock, he's the last one
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Out of the gate
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And he gets cut off, flipped off, ticked off
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Out on the interstate
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And he wonders why this world won't
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Leave him alone
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Til he hears that little voice holler
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Daddy's home
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Things that matter
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Things that don't
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She's held on to that grudge
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All her life
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And thirty years of anger
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Since her dad walked out that night
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She thinks of all the moments
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That he's missed
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All the birthdays, ballets, first dates
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It seems too much to forget
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She gets that call that said he
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Don't have long
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She walks in, he starts crying
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The past is gone
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Things that matter
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Things that don't
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Time ain't on our side
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Don't wanna leave this world
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With why didn't I, why didn't I
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Yeah, why didn't I
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Sometimes I take on this world
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By myself
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Thinkin' I got all the answers
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Don't need anybody's help
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When God was right there waiting
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For me all along
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To fall down on my knees
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Surrender all
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Things that matter, things that don't
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Things that matter, things that don't
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Things That Matter
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