Sunday, February 19, 2006

• Still Fighting It

  Good morning, son.
  I am a bird
  Wearing a brown polyester shirt
  Would you like a coke?
  Maybe some fries?
  The roast beef combo's only $9.95
  It's okay, you don't have to pay
  I've got all the change
  
  Everybody knows
  It hurts to grow up
  And everybody does
  So weird to be back here
  Let me tell you what
  The years go on and
  We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
  And you're so much like me
  I'm sorry
  
  Good morning, son
  In twenty years from now
  Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers
  And I can tell you 'bout today
  And how I picked you up and everything changed
  It was pain
  Sunny days and rain
  I knew you'd feel the same things
  
  Everybody knows
  It sucks to grow up
  And everybody does
  So weird to be back here
  Let me tell you what
  The years go on and
  We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
  You'll try and try and one day you'll fly
  Away from me
  
  Good morning, son
  I am a bird
  
  It was pain
  Sunny days and rain
  I knew you'd feel the same things
  
  Everybody knows
  It hurts to grow up
  And everybody does
  So weird to be back here.
  Let me tell you what
  The years go on and
  We're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
  Oh, we're still fighting it, we're still fighting it
  
  And you're so much like me
  I'm sorry

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