sit down in the shade of our family tree,
we stay and we pray down here on our knees.
but these holes in my hands can't catch your tears.
your son once had, but you refused to hear.
still you come and you go just how you please.
i'll walk out the door and teach you how to leave.
these holes in my hands can't catch your tears.
your son once had, but you refused to hear.
these holes in my hands can't catch your tears.
your son once had, but you refused to hear.
these holes in my hands can't catch your tears.
your son once had, but you refused to hear.
these holes in my hands can't catch your tears.
your son once had, will teach you how to leave.

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