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You, who are on the road |
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Must have a code that you can live by |
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And so become yourself |
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Because the past is just a goodbye |
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Teach your children well |
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Their father's hell did slowly go by |
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And feed them on your dreams |
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The one they picked, the one you'll know by |
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Don't you ever ask them why? |
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If they told you, you would cry |
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So just look at them and sigh |
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And know they love you |
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And you, of tender years |
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(You dear, do you care?) |
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Can't know the fears that your elders grew by |
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(Do you see? You must be free to) |
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And so please help them with your youth |
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(Reach your dreams of true beginning) |
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They seek the truth before they can die |
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(Make a [incomprehensible], [incomprehensible] a living) |
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Teach your parents well |
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Their children's hell will slowly go by |
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And feed them on your dreams |
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(Oh, ho) |
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The one they picked, the one you'll know by |
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Don't you ever ask them why? |
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If they told you, you would cry |
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So just look at them and sigh |
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And know they love you |
