| I woke up cryin' late at night, when I was very young
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| I had dreamed my father, had passed away and gone
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| My world revolved around him, I couldn’t lie there anymore
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| So I made my way down, the mirrored hall, and tapped upon his door
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| And I said, «Daddy, I’m so afraid!
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| How would I go on, with you gone that way?
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| Don’t wanna cry anymore, so may I stay with you?»
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| And he said «That's my job, that’s what I do
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| Everything I do is because of you, to keep you safe with me
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| That’s my job, you see.»
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| Later we barely got along, this teenage boy and he
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| Most of the fights it seems were over different dreams
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| We each held for me
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| He wanted knowledge and learning, I wanted to fly out west
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| I said «I could make it out there, if I just had the fare
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| I got half, will you loan me the rest?»
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| And I said, «Daddy, I’m so afraid
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| There’s no guarantee in the plans I’ve made
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| And if I should fail, who will pay my way back home?»
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| And he said «That's my job, that’s what I do
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| Everything I do is because of you, to keep you safe with me
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| That’s my job, you see.»
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| Every person carves his spot, and fills the hole with life
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| And I pray someday I might, light as bright as he
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| Woke up early one bright fall day, read the tragic news
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| After all my travels, I settled down, within a mile or two
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| I make my livin' with words and rhymes, and all this tragedy
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| Should go into my head and out instead, as bits of poetry
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| But I say, «Daddy I’m so afraid
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| How will I go on, with you gone this way
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| How can I come up, with a song to say, «I love you.»
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| «That's my job, that’s what I do
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| Everything I do is because of you, to keep you safe with me
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| That’s my job, you see.»
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| «Everything I do is because of you, to keep you safe with me.» |