good morning son
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i am a bird
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wearin a brown polyester shirt
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do you want a coke
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maybe some fries
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the roast beef combo's only nine ninety-five
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it's okay
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you don't have to pay
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i've got all the change
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everybody knows
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it hurts to grow up
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and everybody does
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so weird to be back here
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let me tell you one
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the years go on
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and we're still fighting
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and we're still fighting it
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and your
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so much
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like me
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i'm sorry
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good morning son
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twenty years from now
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maybe we'll both sit down
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and have a few beers
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then i can tell
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you bout today
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and how i picked you up and everything changed
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it was pain, sunny days, and rain
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and did you feel the same thing
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everybody knows
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it sucks to grow up
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and everybody does
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so wierd to be back here
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let me tell you one
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the years go on
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and we're still fighting
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and we're still fighting it
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and you tried and tried
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and one day
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you'll fly
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away from here
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(goodmorning son)
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(goodmorning son)
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(goodmorning son)
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(goodmorning son)
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goodmorning son
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(goodmorning son)
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i am a bird
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(goodmorning son)
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(goodmorning son)
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it was pain, sunny days, and rain
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and did you feel the same things
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everybody knows
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it hurts to grow up
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and everybody does
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so weird to be back here
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let me tell you one
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the years go on
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and we're still fighting
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and we're still fighting it (oh)
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we're still fighting
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and we're still fighting it
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and your
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so much like me
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i'm sorry
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Still Fighting It
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Copeland |