| There were thousands of days
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| As we traveled down North Road
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| And I remember my uncle on his last day
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| And how I would kill to shake his hand again
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| And on goes the battle of years upon years
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| My Father’s eyes bring me solace
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| And his look of focus I try to instill
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| As my Mother reads as an example
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| Of strength beyond strength
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| And with her I became me
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| There are two girls
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| With whom I’ve known longer than anyone
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| And my debt to them is Lifetime
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| The gathering of boys I rely on
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| Know exactly who they are
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| And I will build their protection with bloody hands
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| Some were dealt knuckles and some delivered kisses
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| But initially my heart was in the right place
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| There are times when being engulfed by mountains
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| Are the only signs of safety I know
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| And I realize I think this way out of neglection
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| And at the exact thought I reclaim those days of scenery
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| There are places like the bluffs in Kasilof
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| And the gravel pits in Sand Lake
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| That most of us will never forget
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| Those are the things I wanted to speak of
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| Those are the things that I dream about
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| Those are the things that I will definitely die with
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| AND THIS IS THE SONG FOR THE FISHERMAN |