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Oh I moved to the sound |
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Of my father's shadow |
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Always pulling on these chains |
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Trying to break free |
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Over the wall |
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Into the darkest night |
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Not knowing |
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What was just ahead for me |
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He used to say |
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You got to know the way |
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You got to do some schooling every day |
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Son, I'm so scared, scared of what |
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I see Oh you got to cool down or you'll end up like me |
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Chasing the soul |
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Of my father's shadow |
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Oh I hear what they're saying |
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What they whisper |
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I know A chip off the block |
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With a raging fire down below |
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And no guessing, no guessing |
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It's so easy to see |
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Always punching at them walls |
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Always trying to break free |
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But I hear mama say |
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Only trouble goona come my way |
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Moving to the sound |
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Of my father's shadow |
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Mama say God help my child |
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Mama say I feel he's running wild |
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She say why why why |
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Oh cry cry cry |
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So well I know |
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So well I know |
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That raging fire below |
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Chasing the soul, chasing the soul, chasing the soul |
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Of my father's shadow |
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Chasing the soul, chasing the soul, chasing the soul |
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Of my father's shadow |
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Oh of my father's shadow |
