And they all pretend they're Orphans And their memory's like a train You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Till the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream. Well she said she'd stick around Until the bandages came off But these mamas boys just don't know when to quit And Matilda asks the sailors Are those dreams or are those prayers So just close your eyes, son And this won't hurt a bit.

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