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Go on to the street, to the cars in the pouring rain |
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Go on to the bus that left us in the dust and the flames |
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And when the son meets the father |
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It'll be something smarter for the pain |
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But you will always be the same |
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You will always be the same |
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Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile |
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Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time |
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And when the son meets the dad |
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It'll be pretty bad for the pain |
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But you'll always be the same |
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You will always be the same |
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You will always be the same |
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Go on to the ones with the smoking guns in the heat |
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Go on to the wars we won, they came home, they made us |
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And when the father meets the son |
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And the blood makes us better than the gain |
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You will always be the same |
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You will always be the same |
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You will always be the same |
