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I am one day older than my father was
Than he ever got to be
I was ten years old when I grew up
′Cause he died at 53
I stared across the great divide
And my mother who was left
Dinner tables stretched oceans wide
Like the hollow in our chest
I never asked hard questions
Thought they'd cause more pain
I hadn′t yet learned life's holiest lesson
That what is broken cannot heal
Until it's known and loved by name
So, tell me your story, I′ll tell you mine
Don′t need to worry, everything's already alright
You′ll be the universe, nothing to hide
Anywhere you ever need to go
I can carry us home
I was taught to bury with the dead
The presence of my grief
I see it now but didn't then
That silence is a thief
It made strangers out of friends
Robbed me of saving graces, offered in unlikely places
I thought I could outrun it in the end
When a shattered heart is desperate
The only respect is to let somebody in
Tell me your story, I′ll tell you mine
You don't need to worry, everything′s already alright
You'll be the universe, nothing to hide
Anywhere you ever need to go
I can carry us home
I can carry us home
I can carry us home
When I speak his name, my voice gives out
Even after all these years
But I want my son to know me now
So my son will see my tears
My son will see my tears
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Writer(s): Sara Beth Bareilles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
