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I was born in
Omaha In my mother's tired arms
After all our fight was gone
I bet it felt good just to lie there
Drinking in the warm lights
And breathing through the tubes
As our lovers filled the room with conversation
I was named to bear you like
A float in a parade
My piano fingers tugging at the chord
And so much extra skin
That I still can't fill it in
Wonder whose it could have been '
Cause it don't fit me comfortably
And the nurses stopping in
To see that you are fine
To open up the blinds
And shower you with sunshine
I was born in
Omaha To steal her skeptic heart
My piano fingers tugging at the chord '
Cause life in a bubble can be
The sweetest thing sometimes
With the world just passing by
Outside your window
Dream over
