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All good children need, travel and choose, drive your problems from here All good people read good books, now your conscience is clear I hear you talk girl, now your conscience is clear In the morning when I wipe my brow, wipe the miles away I like to think I can be so willed, and never do what you see I'll never hear you, and never do what you see Look my eyes are just hollow ground, look your love has drawn me from my hand Drop my hands and know you'll never be More than two in my sobriety Here's my son You She a true She a little