Grateful Songtext
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I remember that night
I heard a scream, "Don′t come any closer now"
"It's gonna be alright,"
were the only words my big brother found

Us kids huddled up, wide eyed
I heard a chair jumping over the table
Blurred vision, watch stops, in drops cops
What′s the moral here, Aesop, one of your fables?

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Ten digits I recognize spell (DON) 'TPI-CKUP
Conversations I've memorized word for word
about how it′s all my fault,
something I′m sick of


But I'm the wielder of the water
Go on, I think I′ll plant my seeds here
Ain't no more room for the squatter
I′m happy just pulling your weeds here

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When I'm down and out, on my own,
these poisonous thoughts, they get overgrown
And I can feel like I missed out,
but I know that isn′t real,
on being a child,
but I know that isn't right
Every moment led me to this wonderful life

Grateful
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