She sits alone by the lamppost
Trying to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind,
She never lets me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hand through her dark hair
Then I pray to God
"You gotta help me fly away."
And just
Let
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