| There’s a baby girl on the way, blow your horn
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| Know your warning, and last night becomes tomorrow morning
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| She’ll know everything there is to know at first
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| And that’s why she’ll cry sometimes and show it hurts
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| The pain is far away and then finally it’ll worsen
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| Then big, round tummy becomes tiny, little person
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| Straight lines and sharp edges, adequate, suitable
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| What’ll go through her mind when she sees something beautiful
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| What will her favorite music be, displays of words
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| Marveling in front of the mirror and ways of birds
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| Everyday miracles of men and god the savior
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| Satellites in space, patterns and odd behavior
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| Thoughts that wander aimlessly and unstoppable growth
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| Will she think the falling rain is sad, beautiful, or both
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| She’ll sleep through the storm and run in the breeze
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| With the unexplained everything and sun in the trees
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| Probably
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| No matter what
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| If
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| No matter what
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| One day she’ll find her own way to Wonderland
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| She’ll probably see things that we’ll never understand
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| I can’t remember the day I became my own someone
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| And where did my concept of beauty come from
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| What happened to me that I’m so afraid to drown
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| Afraid of the dark, afraid of letting people down
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| To take care of myself, my parents taught me how
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| But they probably never imagined me alone like I am now
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| Probably
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| No matter what
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| No matter what
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| Lawless love, long lines of string
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| Garbage on the ground and first signs of spring
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| A million things to look at, long days, forget the weather
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| The strength of a heart and the way things fit together
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| Words in the dictionary, including «grief» and «tragic»
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| Scientific method combined with a belief in magic
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| Wood versus steel, shoulder blade and collarbone
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| Fears that we all have and ones that are all her own
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| The truth that hurts and facts have laws
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| Kids can be cruel and cats have claws
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| The sounds of all kinds of collisions and ticking clocks
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| Learning how to tie her own shoes and picking locks
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| Flashing lights, the tapes that didn’t rewind back
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| Feet in shoes and eyes hidden behind black
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| Detached shadows, her weakness and divinity
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| First moment, might need light speed, infinity |