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There comes a time when every bird has to fly
At some point every rose has to die
ItÂ’s hard to let your children go
Leave home
Where they go?
Who knows!
Getting drunk
Getting stoned
All alone
Teach a man to fish
YouÂ’ll feed him never lie
You show your kids the truth
Hope they never lie
Instead of reading in a letter that theyÂ’ve gone to something better
“Bet your sorry now! I won’t be coming home tonight”