| My mom recovered — alcoholic
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| Gave me opera and Jackson Pollock
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| Said all these things, all these things are yours
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| She said you’re not blessed, and you’re not cursed
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| In the end, you write your verse
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| Yeah all these things, all these things are yours
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| Let that feeling born in shadow
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| Let it make you, make you strong
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| And the demons you’ve got to carry
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| Carry you on, and on, and on
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| John Coltrane’s addict ways
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| Took us all to better days
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| Said all these things, all these things are yours
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| Am I right? |
| Am I wrong?
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| In the end just write your song
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| Cause all these things, all these things are yours
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| Let that feeling born in shadow
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| Let it make you, make you strong
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| And the demons you’ve got to carry
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| Carry you on, and on, and on
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| Cause all these things, all these things are yours
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| All these things, all these things are yours
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| All these things, all these things are yours
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| What happened to you man
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| I’ve been there too
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| Cause all these things, all these things are yours
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| Let that feeling born in shadow
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| Let it make you, make you strong
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| And the demons you’ve got to carry
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| Carry you on, and on, and on
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| Let that feeling that you carry
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| Nah Nah |