Do you know where the ducks go when it’s cold?
When New York is trapped in a sheet of snow
Onto this age, my life I want to hold
When they fall, I long to protect. Hero.
Thinking of Allie with his bright red hair
Did he deserve to go? It makes me mad
Sometimes I wonder is life really fair?
He left me here with Phoebe, mum and dad
Old Jane from next door, god she knocked me out
The first time we met I knew it felt right
She’s the best girl if ever met, no doubt
Man when she smiled, what a pretty sight
So when its time for all the ducks too fly
Holden, that’s me. The catcher in the rye
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