I was born in 1989 All we could do No shakes or coughs or burst relief Or lists of all our things Just minutes making minds I was born in 1989 All we could do But the making never made The comers never came But I still felt that awful news It was patience that we had And the miles that we had left That held us there Until we could let go I was born in 1989 And it'll be over soon No moon children or peoples sun No ringing in my ears When I felt that awful news It was patience that we had And the miles that we had left That held us there Until we could let go It was patience that we had And the miles that we had left That held us there Until we could let go I was born in 1989 All we could do It was patience that we had And the miles that we had left That held us there Until we could let go It was patience that we had And the miles that we had left That held us there Until we could let go
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