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Father, son. |
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Locked as one. |
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In this empty room. |
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Spine against spine. |
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Yours against mine. |
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Till the warmth comes through. |
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Remember the breakwaters down by the waves. |
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I first found my courage, knowing daddy could save. |
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I could hold back the tide. |
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With my dad by my side. |
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Dog plows and bows. |
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We move through each pose. |
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Struggling in our seperate ways. |
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Mantras and hyms. |
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Unfolding limbs. |
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Looking for release through the pain. |
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And the yogi's eyes are open. |
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Looking up above. |
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He too is dreaming of his daddy's love. |
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With his dad by his side. |
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Got his dad by his side. |
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Can you recall, how you took me to school. |
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We couldn't talk much at all. |
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It's been so many years, and now these tears. Guess I'm still your child. |
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Out on the moors. |
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We take a pause. |
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See how far we have come. |
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You're moving quite slow. |
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How far can we go. |
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Father and son. |
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With my dad by my side. |
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With my dad by my side. |
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Got my dad by my side. |
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With me. |
