WE'RE NOT ORPHANS by GATSBY'S AMERICAN DREAM Artificial, prosthetic hands, sympathetic, but I'll put and end to this. (ooo...) Can't keep fighting, do I have to keep fighting? Stop breathing. Stop breathing. It's not the same, it's not the same, 'cause I was just a kid, dad--Ohho-ohho... It does not do to dwell on dreams. Acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go. (When you chase the ghost of things that could have been, like a father who was never there.) The ghosts of things that could have been, like the father who was never there at all, at all. (I was a boy now I'm a plane, but I can't keep this holding pattern anymore.) [ www.dailyrics.com ] WE'RENOTORPHANS by GATSBY'SAMERICANDREAM