The Working Hour independence day

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Your mother has a timeline for your soul, when she thinks she'll let it go
You were hanging on a wire, she left you hanging all alone
And California was a joke to put you up in padded walls
Then we never even spoke, I still missed you down the hall
I've been thinking of all the words I'd like to say
And I can't believe how I feel today
When the lights go out, when they shut you down
You will know that I am still the same
Well, they sent you off to school
And they made you change your name
Another thousand wearing sweater vests and ascots
You know it's me who I still blame
You stayed in on Friday night, and you wrote these simple words
About how you saw the failure of our alcohol
Oh, it was so absurd
I've been thinking of all the words I tried to say
And I can't believe how I feel today
When the lights go out, when they shut you down
You will know that I am still the same
Your mother was a saint who locked you in your room
And paraded through a hell that she would put you through
You left it all too soon
When the lights go out, and they shut you down
I'll be thinking 'bout the world and how today
Now I know it's gone, we've felt it all along
What they say doesn't mean that we were wrong
What they say doesn't mean that we were wrong
What we feel has never been wrong
Oh no, I never felt wrong

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