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  • Good morning son
    I am a bird
    Wearing a brown polyester shirt
    You want a coke
    Maybe some fries
    The roast beef combo`s
    Only nine ninety five
    But it`s okay
    You don`t have to pay
    I`ve got all the change
    Everybody knows
    It hurts to grow up
    And everybody does
    So weird to be back here
    Let me tell you what
    The years go on and
    We`re still fighting it
    We`re still fighting it
    Good morning son
    Twenty years from now
    Maybe we`ll both sit down
    And have a few beers
    And I can tell
    You about today
    And how I picked you up
    And everything changed
    It was pain
    Sunny days and rain
    I knew you`d feel the same things
    Everybody knows
    It sucks to grow up
    And everybody does
    So weird to be back here
    Let me tell you what
    The years go on and
    We`re still fighting it
    We`re still fighting it
    You`ll try and try
    And one day you`ll fly away
    Good morning son
    Good morning son
    Good morning son
    Good morning son
    Good morning son
    (Good morning son)
    I am a bird
    (Good morning son)
    Good morning son
    (Good morning son)
    It was pain
    Sunny days and rain
    I knew you`d feel the same things
    Everybody knows
    It hurts to grow up
    And everybody does
    So weird to be back here
    Let me tell you what
    The years go on and
    We`re still fighting it
    We`re still fighting it oh
    We`re still fighting it
    We`re still fighting it
    And you`re so much like me
    I`m sorry