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Every generation |
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Blames the one before |
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And all of their frustrations |
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Come beating on your door |
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I know that i'm a prisoner |
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To all my father held so dear |
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I know that i'm a hostage |
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To all his hopes and fears |
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I just wish i could have told him in the living years |
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Crumpled bits of paper |
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Filled with imperfect thought |
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Stilted conversations |
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I'm afraid that's all we've got |
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You say you just don't see it |
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He says it's perfect sense |
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You just can't get agreement |
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In this present tense |
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We all talk a different language |
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Talking in defence |
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Say it loud, say it clear |
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You can listen as well as you hear |
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It's too late when we die |
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To admit we don't see eye to eye |
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So we open up a quarrel |
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Between the present and the past |
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We only sacrifice the future |
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It's the bitterness that lasts |
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So don't yield to the fortunes |
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You sometimes see as fate |
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It may have a new perspective |
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On a different day |
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And if you don't give up, and don't give in |
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You may just be o.k. |
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Say it loud, say it clear |
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You can listen as well as you hear |
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It's too late when we die |
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To admit we don't see eye to eye |
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I wasn't there that morning |
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When my father passed away |
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I didn't get to tell him |
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All the things i had to say |
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I think i caught his spirit |
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Later that same year |
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I'm sure i heard his echo |
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In my baby's new born tears |
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I just wish i could have told him in the living years |
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Say it loud, say it clear |
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You can listen as well as you hear |
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It's too late when we die |
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To admit we don't see eye to eye |
