Love child accident born to children themselves,
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She nearly died on the table giving birth to her first back in ’63,
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That was my sister Irene.
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Moved into the trailer park in Ithaca, New York,
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Took another job while he was going to school,
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Another mouth to feed,
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Well, that was me.
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Oh round and round and round we go,
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The seasons melt away like snow,
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Oh round and round and round we go,
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The years they pass away and life goes on.
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Couldn’t stop trying too damned hard,
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Being everything to everybody but he couldn’t hold up his heart,
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And it broke him down.
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So he left that town.
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Moved again to the cold blue North, little town on the sea,
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Innocent dreams of hope that they’d grow to be,
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A little better than what he had.
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[Chorus]
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Father, eagle-scout, mentor, boy.
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Silence the table with that bear in your voice.
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My frozen fear, my swallowed tears,
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Always coming down the hardest on the ones that you love best.
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All my life I’ve looked to your eyes.
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I’m looking back on the younger me trying so hard,
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A fragile bird in the golden girl seeking love,
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Her father’s child, walking in his stride.
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And I’m looking now at the older man you’ve turned out to be,
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The hardness has softened to empathy,
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We’ve made amends, we’re better friends.
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[Chorus]
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Life Goes On
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| Paula Cole |
