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You swept me off my feet
You were so strong,
And I so weak, kid
Build me up from pilot plane, to be
You drove for miles around
You loved some rights without some nursery
Felt so oddly new
That we were young
The glass cut on the knee
You tossed the trash
We wait, we cleaned, we
Rolled around in iron trampolines
And then you got upset
You clenched your fist
Your face turned red, yeah
You puckered up your lips
And turned your head
The climb is so much steeper
Than the ground beneath our feet
The trouble came around though
But you skipped right up and leave
But you stood up
And I sat down, you
Sang your prayers
And you said your poems
I waited for you to come
But you took so long