| Sailing down behind the sun,
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| Waiting for my prince to come.
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| Praying for the healing rain
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| To restore my soul again.
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| Just a toe rag on the run.
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| How did I get here?
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| What have I done?
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| When will all my hopes arise?
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| How will I know him?
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| When I look in my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| When I look in my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| Then the light begins to shine
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| And I hear those ancient lullabies.
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| And as I watch this seedling grow,
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| Feel my heart start to overflow.
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| Where do I find the words to say?
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| How do I teach him?
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| What do we play?
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| Bit by bit, I’ve realized
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| That’s when I need them,
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| That’s when I need my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| That’s when I need my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| Then the jagged edge appears
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| Through the distant clouds of tears.
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| I’m like a bridge that was washed away;
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| My foundations were made of clay.
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| As my soul slides down to die.
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| How could I lose him?
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| What did I try?
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| Bit by bit, I’ve realized
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| That he was here with me;
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| I looked into my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| I looked into my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes.
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| I looked into my father’s eyes.
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| My father’s eyes. |