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Mother, father, I'm doing okay On the other side of the country and far away And though I know the things that you want to hear me say Sometimes these things are hard [Foreign Content] Right down to the long thin pointed face And my muddled up and twisted tongue And now I find that I'm doing things you would have done Sometimes these things are hard So do I thank you? Or do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me, that ones you left behind What I want, what I feel, it's yours, yours, not mine Mother, father, all those battles that have been And the long, long silences that lay in between Please don't try to tell me that all those were in vain Sometimes these things are hard We line up at the wedding in rows of deep set eyes In our finest formal dresses yeah, proper suits and ties Like a family of Munsters in a really bad disguise So do I thank you? Or do I curse you? These tracks stretch out before me that the ones you left behind Of me thinks what I feel, what I want, it's yours, yours, not mine