SOLMother doesn’t knoMIm7w where love has goSImne,      SIm7
she saDOys it muMIm7st be youth that keFAeps us feeling stroDOng.
I seSOLe it in her faMIm7ce that’s turned to iSImce      SIm7
aDOnd when she smiMImles she shows the liFAnes of sacrifiREce.



SOLFather maMIm7de my histoSImry,      SIm7
he thoDOught for whaMIm7t he thought would seFAt us somehow freDOe.
TheSOLy taught mMIm7e what to say in schoSImol      SIm7
IDO learned it oMImff my heart but noDOw that’s torn in twREo.



BoSOLrn on diMIm7fferent sides of liSImfe,      SIm7
we feDOel the saMIm7me and feel      aFAll of this striDOfe.
SSOLo come to mMIm7e when I’m asleSImep      SIm7
WDOe will croMImss the lines      and daDOnce upon the streREets.



FAOh        tuDOrn around and I’ll bSOLe there,
there’s a scaFAr right through my heDOart
but I’ll bear it agaSOLin.
Oh I thoFAught we were the human raDOce
but we were juSOLst another boRErderline caMImse
and the staDOrs reach down and tell us
there’s aDOlways one escaREpe.

OSOLh I don’t knoREw where love has goMImne
and iDOn this troMImubled land desperaDOtion keeps us stroREng.
SOLFridays chiRE/FA♯ld is full of soMImul
with noDOthing leMImft to lose      there’s eDOverything to goRE.


  
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