| When I lost my dad, I was ten years old
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| Had a heart filled with venom and poisonous tongue
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| Hated everything about the whole damn world
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| Mom was tough as they come and she held us close
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| Tried to raise us to the standards of his ghost
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| It was hard on her, guess it was hard on us too
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| But when some had no one, we had a village to get us through
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| Years have flown by
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| Somehow we’ve survived
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| Somewhat broken hearted
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| But willing enough to try
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| Tell me that you’ll be there
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| And we’ll hear dance music from down below
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| Walking arm in arm through the summer air
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| With drinks in hand at the end of old Croy Road
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| We lost my dad when I was ten years old
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| I got his record collection and stereo console
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| I learned every word, sang every line
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| Trying to find the man I was sure was hidden inside
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| Let’s breathe the summer air
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| Dance underneath the moonlight
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| We’ll steal kisses under the oaks
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| And I’ll be loving life
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| Tell me that you’ll be there
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| And we’ll hear dance music from down below
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| Walking arm in arm through the summer air
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| With drinks in hand at the end of old Croy Road
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| We lost my dad when I was ten years old
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| I got his record collection and stereo console
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| I learned every word, sang every line
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| It’s the old songs and old friends that have kept me alive
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| Let’s breathe the summer air
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| Dance underneath the moonlight
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| We’ll steal kisses under the oaks
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| And I’ll be loving life |