November 24, 2025
What's your favorite song about growing up?
Depressivе Irish genes may have me breathing dismal poems Sad Shepard recipes for generations of laying low But I got fire, I got light She's in the mire by my side Hand in hand in the ice, cold night And mothering our brand new life Yeah I got fire, I got light They're three feet tall and smile bright Their day is young and their future's wide And I'll die before I don't help them rise
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