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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 light

 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 cord

 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

 Born to steal her skeptic heart

 My piano fingers tugging at the cord

 'Cause life in a bubble can be

 The sweetest thing sometimes

 With the world just passing by

 Outside your window

* x7

Dream over

Dream over

Dream over

Dream over

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