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I see myself in my fathers eyes |
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I see my strengths and my weaknesses |
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There's children safe in their mother's arms |
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But photos can be misleading |
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Right on the branches of my family trees |
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That's where the young ones are dwindling - with lies |
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So will we learn? |
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Talk together into the night |
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Can we help this home to survive? |
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We need the strength of our family's arms |
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Not a false sense of solidarity |
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Walk together and we could work this out |
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Talk together and we could understand |
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We need the strength of our family's arms |
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I wish I knew where to go from here |
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I see the sadness in all their eyes |
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I understand why this burdens them |
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It's written on my grandfather's arms |
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Indian ink tells the story there |
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Out on the branches of my family trees |
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That's where the young ones are suffering - with lies |
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So will we learn? |
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Fought together into the night |
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Can we help this home to survive? |
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We need the strength of our family's arms |
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Not a false sense of solidarity |
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Walk together and we could work this out |
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Talk together and we could understand |
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We need the strength of our family's arms |
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I wish I knew where to go from here |
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We were aloud to take this on |
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But this can't be here when we are gone |
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Giving what we have now is to make this time |
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That we have left last forever |
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All that we have left is to make this time |
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Last forever - |
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Then we'll have learned |
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Look into your son and forget what you see |
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Protect what you love |
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And show what you mean |
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Before you send this sinking ship into the sea |
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God damn, |
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I wish we knew when we started this |
