she's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all
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Lullabies, look in your eyes,
Run around the same old town.
Doesn’t mean that much to me
To mean that much to you.

I’ve been first and last
Look at how the time goes past.
But I’m all alone at last.
Rolling home to you.

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humansofnewyork:

This photo was taken around midnight on a Brooklyn-bound C Train. The son was sprawled out on his father’s lap, sleeping. The father was cradling the boy’s head in his hands. It was a pretty touching scene, and I wanted to photograph it, but I was very tired myself and I wasn’t sure how much I’d be able to capture from such a close distance. Then suddenly, the father lifted his son into a sitting position, and leaned in so they were touching faces.
I quickly pulled my camera from it’s case and snapped a shot. One of the most natural, beautiful moments I’ve ever been able to capture. 
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