| What does he see in those mashed potatoes?
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| What secrets does he hold that can be so grin?
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| The silence like a canyon dividing them
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| He’s on one side she’s opposite him
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| Trying so desperately to get his attention
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| She says, «honey, you’re a bastard of great proportion.»
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| He says, «darling, I plead guilty to that sin.»
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| With potatoes half way to his mouth
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| He looks her in the eye and says
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| «without a doubt
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| My love for you is all that I believe in.»
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| With those few simple words
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| Her heart is sent soaring
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| She’s able to face another day
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| Through the anger and the laughter
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| She knows that she matters
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| And somebody out there cares
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| What does she gain by all this sulking?
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| What trouble can there be for one so young?
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| Dark tension building like the clouds of a storm
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| Her daughter’s in her room and she’s at the door
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| Trying to figure what all this fuss is for
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| She says, «mother, you’re a witch
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| And I’ll always hate you.»
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| She says, «daughter, perhaps these words
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| You speak are true.»
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| She quietly moves towards the bed
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| Look her in the eye gently says
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| «but I will always believe in you.»
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| With those few simple words
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| Her heart is sent soaring
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| She’s able to face another day
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| Through the anger and the laughter
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| She knows that she matters
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| And somebody out there cares
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| What do we need to keep us going?
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| What do we need at the end of the day?
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| Mysteries keep piling like dirty clothes
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| In the corner
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| You never thought you’d give up
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| But you’re beginning to wonder
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| When through the gloom you hear
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| A familiar voice say…
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| … a few simple words
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| That send your heart soaring
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| You’re able to face another day
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| Through the anger and the laughter
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| You know that you matter
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| And somebody out there cares |