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Don't know much about you |
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Don't know who you are |
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We've been doing fine without you |
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But, we could only go so far |
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Don't know why you chose us |
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Were you watching from above |
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Is there someone there that knows us |
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Said we'd give you all our love |
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Will you laugh just like your mother |
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Will you sigh like your old man |
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Will some things skip a generation |
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Like I've heard they often can |
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Are you a poet or a dancer |
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A devil or a clown |
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Or a strange new combination of |
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The things we've handed down |
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I wonder who you'll look like |
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Will your hair fall down and curl |
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Will you be a mama's boy |
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Or daddy's little girl |
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Will you be a sad reminder |
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Of what's been lost along the way |
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Maybe you can help me find her |
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In the things you do and say |
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And these things that we have given you |
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They are not so easily found |
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But you can thank us later |
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For the things we've handed down |
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You may not always be so grateful |
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For the way that you were made |
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Some feature of your father's |
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That you'd gladly sell or trade |
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And one day you may look at us |
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And say that you were cursed |
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But over time that line has been |
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Extremely well rehearsed |
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By our fathers, and their fathers |
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In some old and distant town |
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From places no one here remembers |
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Come the things we've handed down |
